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be quiet

Posted on June 19, 2015 by Tim McMurdo

Be quiet, Mummy is sleeping.

Tuesday, Josh and I visited the Michael C. Carlos Museum located on the Emery University campus in Atlanta, GA. It's a little known jewel of a museum with one of the best antiquities collections (European and the Americas) that I've seen in the U.S.

The last time we went, was when the kids were about twelve or so. We had lunch at Everybody's Pizza and then crossed the street to the museum. Unfortunately, Everybody's is no more, but the museum is still there, bigger and better than ever.

The building was designed so that both the exterior and interior leave you with the feeling that you are experiencing an ancient temple.

The museum was a great way to top off the afternoon after a day at the Aquarium and lunch at Willy's. You know that both Josh and I were packing cameras every step of the way. It's our thing.

Have a great day folks.

the Boy and I

Posted on June 18, 2015 by Tim McMurdo

The boy and I've spent the last couple of days shooting all over Atlanta and North Georgia. While sitting at lunch and talking yesterday, he grabbed my camera and took this portrait of me.

The Boy has got some skills. All I did was basic processing and a small crop. Yes sir, that is my progeny behind that photo. Just saying…

a meeting of the minds

Posted on June 15, 2015 by Tim McMurdo

Sometimes you have to get your heads together and solve your problems. Like, did you eat my share of the oats? You know I wasn’t finished, I was just getting a drink of water.

put on your big smile

Posted on June 12, 2015 by Tim McMurdo

Put on your big smile. The workweek is over after all.

Have a great weekend folks. I will be heading south for a week of vacation with my family.

milking it, old school

Posted on June 11, 2015 by Tim McMurdo

With Myrtle still nursing, her mom, Lilly has plenty of milk. The farmers milk Lilly twice a day and the house makes butter and cheese. Nothing wrong with old school ways when they turn out delicious!

Have a great day folks.

war stories

Posted on June 6, 2015 by Tim McMurdo

Ya know, sewing these britches reminds me of a story. Back in the war, my buddy Crabby and I were quartermasters attached to the 10th Ohio. We had this Lieutenant that was kind of an ass. The Lieutenant left his coat on a wagon and Crabby got the brilliant idea of sewing this guy's coat sleeves closed about halfway down their length.

Crabby just sat on the tail of the wagon sewing away. The Lieutenant even came out several times and asked Crabby some questions. He never figured out what Crabby was doing.

A runner finally came with a request for the lieutenant to go see the Major. The guy runs out of his tent and grabs the coat that Crabby had finished sewing and returned to its place. The Lieutenant tried putting his arm in the first sleeve and couldn’t get it in. He pushed harder and harder until he started spinning in circles with one arm halfway in and the other flailing around.

Finally the idiot lieutenant pushed so hard that he lost his balance and fell into a pile of horse crap. Crabby started laughing so hard he had tears. I started laughing because Crabby was laughing so hard. His laugh was infectious. Other people were laughing as well.

The Lieutenant got up, madder than a wasp’s nest. When he looked around for someone to blame, Crabby just subtly pointed his finger at one of the other guys that were laughing. I think the poor innocent slob got latrine duty for a month.

I think that was Crabby’s best day of the war.

Credit Due:

The gentleman pictured in this story is my friend from the farm, Rick Musselman. With only a little embellishment, this story was the actual tale that Rick was telling me while he hemmed the pants for one of the farm hands. Sometimes, real life is better than the story I would have made up. Thank you Rick.

milking Lilly

Posted on June 5, 2015 by Tim McMurdo

For those of you that don't have a farm in your background, I know you have a burning question in your minds. I know because I wondered the same thing. They feel like giant, solid, fuzzy boobs.

That answer your question?

Here is a bonus picture of the new calf, Myrtle. She is a adorable and only three weeks old.

bringing in the towels

Posted on May 28, 2015 by Tim McMurdo

checking in on Belle and baby

Posted on May 25, 2015 by Tim McMurdo

This morning, I stopped by the farm to check in on Belle and her baby. The farm is closed to the public today, so it was the perfect time to visit them while enjoying a little peace and quiet.

However, the moment I arrived, the weather set in. The blustery wind whipped up that cottonwood fluff and sent it flying. If I didn't know that it was late May, I would have thought it was snowing.

True to form, the rain wasn't far behind. However, the horses didn't seem to mind at all.

With a new baby, Belle has a pasture to herself until the colt gets a little older. I don't think she minds. All of that sweet spring grass is all for her.

Have a great day folks.

sometimes we all feel small

Posted on May 19, 2015 by Tim McMurdo

Conversely, we all sometimes feel like giants.

What caught my fancy in this photo was that one of the ladies had removed her shoes so that she could feel more comfortable. The Indianapolis Museum of Art is very large, and I would have taken my shoes off for a rest as well, it I had thought of it first.

Have a great day & rest your feet.