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Days With My Father

Earlier, while sifting through the tubes with┬ástumbleupon, I came across the poignant and beautiful Days With My Father. Through brilliant photography, Phillip Toledano, has chronicled his love for his 98 year old father, who has lost his short term memory. His other work is equally intriguing, and I hope you’ll all take a peep.

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Cherry Picking.

Things have been busy, but one thing that we’ve been making time for is trips to Hentze’s Family Farm in Junction City to pick our own fruit. On our first trip, the dark sweets weren’t quite ready, so we picked 18 pounds of Rainier cherries. The photo above is dark sweets though, because they still read more

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Dancing in the Dark

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?” “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to read more

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