I planted these poppies from seeds my mother sent. She has them growing on her property in South Dakota, if the goats haven't eaten them yet.
And this tomato. . . I hope the colors come though online. There's a quality loss in the transition to this blog that I can't fix, but I call this my Rastafarian tomato.
Wish me luck in Minneapolis. I called my boss and asked her to send me to photograph the hurricane instead of the Republicans. She said, "Actually. . ."
So it looks like I may be off to NOLA soon after.
Here we go again.
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