Not far from the apple tree...

You know that old saying... Well here is the tree my daughter's apple fell from. As I was beginning to clear out a lot of stuff from my art room I found an envelope with a lot of old photographs. From the looks of this one you can see that somewhere along the way I was a natural at scrapbooking, even if my cropping was poorly done.

Now I am sure my tongue is sticking out in response to the beer my dad is putting in front of my face but there it is nonetheless. Now you can see why my mom must be enjoying watching my life with Shelby.

And yes, that is a "The Lodge" T-shirt... my favorite store in the world in the 70's, how I miss their shirts and carpenter pants.