Little Farm Of Horrors

Remember the horror/comedy/musical Little Shop Of Horrors, in which a talking carnivorous plant convinces his totally-out-of-his-depth friend to feed him human blood?  ("Feeeeed me, Seymour!")

Farming can be like that sometimes, demanding complete loyalty until it consumes it's human acolytes.

First Day of Summer

Little boys and fishing poles - isn't that the sign that school's out and summer can begin?

Before The Thunder Started

Enter At Your Own Risk

The Heart Land

Some people call this fly-over country.  I do, myself - and worse! - when the heat and humidity of summer make it unbearable.  But on a clear day when the planets (and clouds) align, it's the visual equal of any of the more traditionally beautiful locales.  On days like this travelers viewing the rectangular patterns from above are the poorer for the speed of their journey.

"How's things?" "Good. And you?"

Fossils Of The Industrial Age

Applies To The Rest Of Life, Too