One Photo Per Day
The archive I began when my father died.
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First campfire of Fall. Last one for this fire pit.
That pile of coals at the bottom of the protocol is the result of an ever increasing rust hole in the bottom of the pit.
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Two days before November…
1:00 PM. Standing in a field with cub scouts. Literally soaked to my underwear with sweat. I feel I could burst in to flame any minute. South Carolina, this is fall… quit it.



















