The West Point Foundry.


A dirt road with no signs leads the way.

A dirt road with no signs leads the way.

Through a gate with a secret code.

Through a gate with a secret code.

That once inside this gate did close.

And once inside this gate did close.

Down a tree-lined road.

But opened up to a tree-lined road.

Into this magical place.

Around the bend into this magical place.

With a pond to our right.

With a frog pond to our right.

And flowers to our left.

And flowers to our left.

That led us to a road.

Leading us to this perfectly paved path.


Where at its end we came upon our cottage.

More photos to come along with my mad rhyming skillz.

Off-The-Grid / 4 Days With 2 Boys / Part I

Mom, did you know that babies smile over two hundred times a day?
Did you know that adults only smile an average of 25 times a day?
Do you think you can be a baby today?

Kabul from above

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Invictus, William Ernest Henley

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