North Forty Pictorial.

If you have dial-up, you better minimize and check back in a half hour. It took me ages to upload these.

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My Grandma’s house.

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The pond, and the now-rotting dock.

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Driveway.

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Those stones didn’t used to be there. And that garage didn’t used to be there.
The barn’s been there for ages.

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Cattails used to be restricted to the near right end of the pond, from this perspective. But lately, they’ve been taking over.

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That old farm equipment is practically a landmark, like a piece of art.

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Apparently, this is where the firepit has been moved. You used to be able to park where all those stones and branches are. And for years, an old green Jeep sat there until one way somebody finally took it. We were amazed that they actually drove away with it.

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I’ve been going through those barn doors since I was a wee lad.

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That machine is as old as I am. Alas, it’s about defunct now.

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My Grandpa’s workshop, more or less. You can’t see the beer can in the open drawer.

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I was aiming for the sleigh. There used to be a lot more really random farm junk in the barn.

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I plan to print a couple and sent them back to my Grandma. Not sure which ones.

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Take enough pictures, one will turn out okay.

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This is the trail past the landmark I pointed out. Have I mentioned the trails aren’t maintained anymore?

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This is the view when I turned around.

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This is a trail that cuts across the middle of the back field.

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When I redo the trails, I’ll probably end up cutting through here. I’ve seen an aerial photo of the property, and it turns out part of our trails cut into a neighbor’s property. *shrugs*

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Continuing on the trail.

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Turning slightly to show one of the fields.

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Trail into the woods. I know my way around those woods rather well.

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Quite clear some four-wheelers go through here.

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I have no idea what the fuck that is, but I see them everywhere. I believe they eventually bloom.

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Can’t tell, but I’ve already turned two corners and am now along the trail that runs along the bottom of their property.

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We used to actually sit in those chairs. Wonderful clearing where we used to rest.

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I remember one time when Grandpa attached a hitch to the old green jeep and the lot of us sat on some wooden plank. Hard to describe. Kind of like a hayride, but without the hay. And I remember going around the back field. I’d swear.

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This is the point where I stopped and realized I couldn’t go further without ruining my cords. I know the plants that were up ahead, and they’re a pain to get through.

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I was going through the area where I said I’d eventually blaze a trail. I tried toget level with the field.

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I remember before that blue carpet was put on. I remember when that carpet was BLUE!

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Primary trail that leads off of the driveway.

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Leading up to the massive clearing.

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These plants are everywhere, whatever they are. I couldn’t get my camera to focus without putting my hand on it.

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Same with these things, though I like these ones better when they bloom.

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*swoons*

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Many years ago, before those pine trees grew up, punks used to fly on their snowmobiles across the back field in the winter. Hard to imagine, eh?

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Excuse the overcastness.

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That’s where the trail continues.

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Pointed towards the road.

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Up the driveway.

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Openning in the driveway to the front of the “back field”.

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I swear, it’s on top of a mountain. Turn this way, the road goes down.

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Turn this way, the road goes down.

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Front field. This is how the paths SHOULD look.

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Look, the house.

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That little hump in the trail made for a lot of amusement on the three-wheeler when I was younger.

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That used to be a garden.

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And that used to be grape vines.

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And that’s Arlene.

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And that used to be a chicken coop. Doesn’t even feel that long ago that I’d go in there with my Grandpa to see if any eggs were laid.

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I remember when that stone path wasn’t there.

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We used to never use the front door, always going in the side door where the porch is. Oh, and that’s Molly, my Grandma’s dog.

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I remember when we actually USED the upper driveway.

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Arlene, as a cat, as pretty much changed. She’s not my cat anymore. Makes me sad.

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I like this shot.

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I remember riding on that tracker.

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My Grandpa used to sit in the chair dead center. Grandma on the left. Mom on the right. And I’d take the near seat. During Pinochle, at least. The counter on the right used to be turned to expose more surface area. There used to be a blue bench on the left near the door so you could sit down and take your filthy shoes off without mucking up Grandma’s blue carpet.

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Through the viewfinder, I could see the pond. I swear.

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That little basket has our cards.

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We were watching Roseanne. I laughed my ass off. My dad bitched that he didn’t like “this program”.

And my Grandma’s carpet is still as blue as when it was installed.

My Grandpa used to sit in the near recliner. He’s gone through SO many. My Grandma sits in the other recliner.

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That used to be a useable stove furnace. Or maybe it is. All I remember is throwing logs into a furnace in the basement.

That’s when my camera ran out of room. I had previously filled up half the card with nudies. My bad.

I bet Poptart’s still going to claim I owe her a photojournal entry. She’s a psycho bitch like that. ; )