Andrea and I drove up near Tarrytown to an old Rockefeller farm that's still a working farm with a fancy restaurant. We went on the tour and stuff. It was fun...we were bored stiff sitting in our apartment.

I got the car washed too, because it was parked under a lampost in the garage and had 40 tons of pigeon crap on it.


Nest of little baby sparrows, or something like that, getting fed. Mom is a little blurry...she'd hover, feed, then fly off.


When I saw this apple tree, I was reminded of a Stieglitz shot of an apple tree in front on his house on Lake George. This shot would pop better if the apples were a ripe red.


Sucker for trees and clouds shot...


Andrea looking serious in the dooryard garden. I hadn't heard the word "dooryard" since college, when I read Whitman's "When Lilacs Last by the Door-yard Bloom'd," which I believe was an elegy for Lincoln...don't quote me on any of this.


Aigs...apparently they only lay them on weekdays, no joke.


Lucky leghorn, his job is to entertain the ladies...


Stella the sheepdog. She barked at us and followed us along the fence, but in a gentle way.


Turkeys...apparently they put them out too early in the season last year, and by the time Thanksgiving rolled around they weighed about 30lbs and they wouldn't fit in the ovens.


My baby getting scrubadubdubbed...