More flood pics
Apr. 30th, 2009 09:32 amWell, the water has started to go down, and a few of our neighbours who were evacuated are back, but there are still quite a few displaced people. I took our 'better' camera (ie: not my iPhone) and took some more pics.

Old fashioned prairie car wash.

I suppose it should say "No Fishing"

Ha. I love this pic.

Wow. Flat land much? You should see when we get big thunderstorms! I had no idea, until I moved out to the country how absolutely spectacular they can be. Nature. Don't fuck with it.
On another note; Remember my pointillation pic? http://pics.livejournal.com/tripperfunster/pic/000qy75f/
Yeah, me either. I was going through my art and putting it away (guests were coming over) and I found it. ha! I had pretty much forgotton about it. Anyhoo, of course, all the 'fun' stuff was finshed, and now I just have 13 miles of Harry's hair to do. NOT FUN. But it won't finish itself, so 15 minutes at a time, I'm going to slog through it.
Today is PIZZA DAY at school, and stupidly, I volunteered to host it. Little did I know that you needed a fuckin' degree in triginometry to figure out who ordered what and from whom.
Oh shit! I just realized that I never sent the slips in.
*runs to the school*
Old fashioned prairie car wash.
I suppose it should say "No Fishing"
Ha. I love this pic.
Wow. Flat land much? You should see when we get big thunderstorms! I had no idea, until I moved out to the country how absolutely spectacular they can be. Nature. Don't fuck with it.
On another note; Remember my pointillation pic? http://pics.livejournal.com/tripperfunster/pic/000qy75f/
Yeah, me either. I was going through my art and putting it away (guests were coming over) and I found it. ha! I had pretty much forgotton about it. Anyhoo, of course, all the 'fun' stuff was finshed, and now I just have 13 miles of Harry's hair to do. NOT FUN. But it won't finish itself, so 15 minutes at a time, I'm going to slog through it.
Today is PIZZA DAY at school, and stupidly, I volunteered to host it. Little did I know that you needed a fuckin' degree in triginometry to figure out who ordered what and from whom.
Oh shit! I just realized that I never sent the slips in.
*runs to the school*