Photograph a Day number twenty-six. The old barber shop. It’s like steping back in time.

Photograph a Day number twenty-five. The view from the middle of the road. It could also be call the road from a squirrel’s eye.

Photograph a Day number twenty-four. From the nursery where we picked up more flowers and a few tomato plants.

Photograph a Day number twenty-three. The horse Charlie not to be confused with a charley horse.

Photograph a Day number twenty-two. My stepdaughter, Kathryn, swinging. The joy of being seven.