My Uncle Bob – married to Aunt L – lives right down the road from my parents. They share a plot of land – so to speak – across the road from Bob’s house – where he keeps his 2 goats, 2 horses, and a donkey – I think she is a donkey. Rosie – the donkey – is VERY jealous of any attention given to any other animal – which is why she just about plowed us over several times.

We decided that this goat resembles a Klingon.

Hands – one of my favorite things to take pictures of – especially hands that can tell a story. These are my Uncle Bob’s hands – they have been through it all. Those rebellious teenage years, Vietnam, placing a ring on his bride’s finger, cradling his newborn sons, delivering mail, worshipping God, building, hugging, loving, helping to tell MANY a story – and most anticipated of all – cradling his newborn GRANDSON come September. I love ya Uncle Bob.