Earlier this morning, Ben and I cruised out to our good friend’s farm. We had a crappity-crap-crappy-craptastic frog to eat, and he helped us wash it down with a little understanding and kindness. Oh, I’ll get into the whole thing soon enough, but for now it’s too raw. Raw and done… aaaaaahh.

Anyway, while Ben was finishing his last bite of bile-flavored- frog, I snatched our camera and dashed around shooting anything that didn’t move, because HOLY CRAPOLEE is this place a treasure-trove of coolness. I must have taken a hundred or so shots, and that was just the east side of the barn. I never knew his farm was so loaded with visual candy, but now I do! So our friend should know, I take my coffee with skim, because I’ll be back, and he’ll want to have something to offer me. He’s nice like that.