My attempt at a daily photograph showing something about me, my fellow inmates, and our natural habitat. May or may not include photos of people; I am still pondering opening that door.
Monday, October 10, 2011
You Can Go Home Again
You just can't go inside 44 years later. We moved to this house, in Great Falls, Montana, the spring of my second grade year. We moved out two-and-a-half years later, to a rental house one street. The trees in the front yard were much smaller then, and the front yard was much bigger then. Or perhaps it was because my legs were so much shorter then.