High security at the back of Fort Jackson.
Rolling under fall skies
This would NOT be a terrible spot to build a little house...
Jesus, when the hell did all of that gray start growing on my face?
The furrowed fields of Flanders, er...I mean Eastover.
Upon returning from 90+km in the big sunshine, the boys disemboweled their pumpkin. In hindsight, I probably should have cut the hole in the top a bit bigger...It was a good morning...
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Flame throwing jack-o-lantern. Nothing more needs to be said.
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