This area along the lane was mostly brush at least head high. Honeysuckle, ivy, tiny (and not so tiny) trees. I wish I had a before picture, but it was too embarrassing to photograph.

Good morning from drizzly Illinois.

George also says hello in between mopes.

#dogsofcoso

Drew this when I was 14. Not great, but I was 14. Haven't done anything in years.

Heading back toward the house (not visible). Beautiful, cool day.
#cosophotography #nature #Autumn

#Autumn leaves late this morning. (Find George in the picture)

#cosophotography #nature #fall

George takes a break for a picture before he goes back to investigating every square inch of the farm.
#dogsofcoso

The back woods.
#cosophotography #nature

I finished wrestling with George. Now he's just looking at me like this. "What's next? Entertain me!"

#dogsofcoso

Good morning everyone! Some fall colors for you.

#cosophotography

For having just come inside from running everywhere, George does a great job moping. #dogsofcoso

Corn harvested and trees starting to get their autumn colors. #cosophotography #nature

Me in 2006. What happened?

Good morning! This little guy isn't doing much here, but he's a barn swallow who can dart and dive, do all sorts of aerobatics. Don't normally see one this close, so was happy he dropped by when he did. #cosophotography #birds

Good morning everyone! 🌄
This is an eastern bluebird who visited a while back. I haven't seen many around here.
#cosophotography #nature #birds

Ancestor of a client. I know people didn't smile in pictures, but wow, she looks stern.

Good morning CoSo! A backyard friend. If I remember right, this is a chickadee. My bird ID skills haven't been used in a while. #cosophotography #birds

Dad died 6 years ago today. Photos from 1947-2016. I'm the 2 year old in the family photo. The 1946 photo is dad with his mom. I'm right now sitting just inside the window they're in front of.

Dad was a carpenter, loved to tell stories, was a keen sportsman who was an amazing shot. #genealogy #family

Good morning! Despite the red on it's head, they call this a red bellied woodpecker. #cosophotography #birds

This was my great uncle Vincent. He was mentally handicapped because of a high fever when he was 2, which was followed by epilepsy. Since he was born in 1901, there wasn't anything that could be done.

He made paths through the woods, put stones across any small stream (some of the stones were massive), and picked blackberries. The berries would be heaped to a peak in the bucket, but none would ever fall as he carried them. He was gentle and quiet.

Vincent died 35 years ago today at age 86.

One of my brothers claims this is a fat dog. Thoughts? #dogsofcoso