Walking the Uncanoonucs
Walking some local Goffstown trails were more than enough for a NH fall foliage fix.
I am just a man. I am a father, a son, and a husband. I am a homemaker, caretaker, coach, writer, speaker, and photographer. I love God. I love my family. I love my country. God has blessed my family and I, and I am eternally grateful. Author of Generation Jumping: Losing those who are not lost. Downtime with my family is about as good as it gets for me. Being outdoors in nature, among the animals and the wilderness, the Created, comes pretty close. Baseball, followed by hockey, are my two favorite sports, with several others a close third. I would rather do it right the first time. Honesty, respect, and integrity are virtues that I hold dear, so I call it like I see it. Before we as a society attempt to re-define these words, I will be here telling the raw truth.
Walking some local Goffstown trails were more than enough for a NH fall foliage fix.
Just a few photos from my phone. I took these while walking on the New Boston Rail Trail.
Oh, but the joy is all mine when I wander in from the edge just to listen and have a look around. …
Then right in the middle of overtired, battling every cold that comes home, body aching, attitudes in need of adjustment, and a list of things to get done that just won’t quit; there is peace in prayer.
Chances are, you have seen much better pictures and/or videos of the magnificent lunar eclipse from the other night. This is just a picture I took from my back yard with my unaccomplished skills and…
“…It’s not a movie where you have the, you know, the silver screen. It’s not a Broadway play where you have sets. The singers by the little nuances that they put in their voices, can take all those synapses and wind them up and put you some place else…”