Janel and Rocky Rawstern

Janel and Rock's 2009 Year In Review

For the 2nd year running, Rock and Janel decided to create a web-based account of "just what they done did this past year." As was the case with last year's missivus, they nominated me, your humble narrator, to guide you through their adventures. As such, they disclaim any control of, and responsibility for, confusion on your part (the reader) during and after your viewing of this curious memoir. They do, however, apologize in advance for the time it takes to load this page if you are using less-than-broadband connections.

With no particular intent towards continuity, here are the highlights of their year.

Click each image to see a larger version.

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They Grew A Garden

For 2009, Rock grafted another 1,200 square feet of space onto the end of the garden. After hauling in and spreading 6 cubic yards of moo doo, he then created new rows, mounds, and teepees. Then, being the clever lad that he is, set up a drip system for the whole garden.

2009 was notable for the significantly less time that Rock spent hand-watering. It was also notable for the extreme dimensions achieved by all the plants. The corn cleared 12'; the tomatoes, 6 1/2'. Hubbard squash sent runners out over 20' and grew fruit bigger 'round than a basketball. Of further note was: the visit by Miss Elk, who stopped by to lean into and over the fence and grab herself a corn snack (that reduced the patch by a few stalks only); the visit by a small tornado, two days after Miss Elk, which flattened one whole row and part of another. Amazing how corn can grow horizontally.

Keeping with tradition, bees and other pollinators were drawn to the garden with a large patch of lavender and other assorted flowers. Each and every day, and conspicuous by their frenzied flittering about, the garden paid witness to and benefactor of hundreds of bees both humble and bumble, nearly as many garden variety (no pun intended) honey bees, the usual assorted wasps, flies, and similar tiny buzzing things, and a new bee the looks like a cross between a honey bee and a bumble bee; larger body, honey bee stripes, yellow fuzz. No, I haven't got a clue. It was some kind of bee; apparently very good at its job. 'Nuff said.

A shout out to good friend Bernie Knotts for hooking Rock and Janel up with Stella Jane, a new friend who grows heirloom veggies, including seeds to the 3,500 year old Native American corn, and the spaghetti and mystery squash.

Here are a few pics of the early stage. Scroll down to see how the garden evolved.

May 23rd

looking North at what will be the peas/beans row, then the greens: collard, kale and spinach.

on the left is the perennial lavender patch and the bed for other lavenders and herbs. To the right are the tomato mounds fed by the new drip system.

Odie, having no opposable thumbs, nor any inclination to use them, gives dad the old sad eyes, as if to say "hey, I'd help, but look, no thumbs!" instead just follows dad around the garden, hoping for love and affection or any random rodent to chase, or a grasshopper to smack out of the air and eat. Crunch, crunch, crunch, no more 'hopper, just the odd thorny bit left scattered here and there.

the perennial bed with assorted lavenders, herbs and in the back, bronze fennel (which you will see reach massive proportions, later).

6 mounds for squash and watermelon standing in front of the three bean teepees, behind which lie the corn rows. It is at this point that Rock got to breathe a small sigh of relief; the drip system worked great!

from the back of the space looking South. The empty space you see now is soon to be filled with green growing things. Some of which are actually purple growing things that yield multi-colored sweet juicy niblets of joy and deliciousness, ready for immediate consumption, sans knife, fork and spoon.

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Saturday, August 1st

Rock arrived home to overcast skies and thunder off in the distance. It had been several weeks of 100+ degree days (and 70+ nights), and two days of smoke drifting in from not-so-distant fires. So, to recap: it was hot and smoky with intermittent misery, which was about to radically change.

Within minutes of his arrival he witnessed, both visually and aurally, a spectacular display of in-yer-face lightning, and thunder boomers to scare the g-beezuss outta ya. In the course of three hours there were hundreds of strikes within a mile, and dozens around the pond and behind the cottage, with some hitting close enough that the time between blinding light and deafening ka-wham! was not worth trying to measure (due to an immediate need to duck and cover, and later, to empty one's trousers). Needless to say, a whole lot of appliances got unplugged in somewhat a frenzy. "Save the computer first!" was heard throughout the land.

Once the frenzy was past, the rain died down (albeit for only a bit), and the fuzzy ones were calm once again, Rock set about collecting a digital record of the amazing light that had made itself available, just a bit before sunset. We've all seen it, the more fortunate of us more often than the rest. The rarest of late afternoon light, sometimes so intense that it takes your breath away and causes a Pavlovian twitch towards one's camera. No matter how often we are rewarded with these scenes of amazing beauty and intense visual clarity, we still crave for more. Anyway, this was one of those afternoons shading into night; one of those moments suspended in time, forever and indelibly inked upon Rock's feeble cranial goo, and now on yours.

Here are a few of the pics he captured, processed using the High Dynamic Range (HDR) technique.

Looking South, off the deck

Lilly Pad

Looking East

Once again, off the deck

The Garden

Looking North, towards Table Rock

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Whiskey Camp Celebration

Unk Jon thought as to how it might be a good thing to gather friends and relatives with which to facilitate a celebratory transition into mid life. In other words, let's get together out in the really deep woods where, should it be necessary, we can hoot, holler, and make various animal noises to our hearts content. Everyone agreed. Big Surprise, news at 11. Oh yeah, Jon turned 50 (so those of us already in the know passed along all the post-50 secrets).

Here is photographic evidence that the group's original hypothesis was served, and well. See the entire episode, with all the gruesome bits, here.

Our theme for this year's adventure was "a celebration of Unkle Jon's 50th Birthday." Woo Hoo! Not looking nor acting nearly his age, Jon displayed admirable courage for someone reaching an advanced state of decrepitude! Fortunately for Jon, the universe provided an encouraging sign, which we all took to mean that, yes indeed, there will be more of Jon, and by god he will camp!!

Cute wife, outstanding in her lupine, demonstrating her best glad hands.

Rock, once again, releasing his inner orangutan. Notice the colorful pelt, the immensely exaggerated cranial brow, the arms, able to touch the ground and capable of swinging thru trees (but only in jungles, not those wienie climbing walls where macho dudes are trussed up in the latest "can't get hurt" gear--if you fall it should hurt and serve as a reminder that paying attention while swinging from limbs is one of the best ideas).

A hideous beast, horrible to look upon and worse to stand next to without a military-grade gas mask. With a single side-wise gaze, he's able to frighten small children at 100 paces, and quite capable of turning the stomachs of hard core bikers, causing them to soil themselves.

That's right, it's Bighead, the most loathsome and pee-yer-pants scary creature in the forest!

Fearing for his very life (and nostrils) Rock--who is known to be both cunningly stealthy and strangely fond of bizarre and/or hideous creatures--crept silently up on the beast and snapped the following image

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Dances With Bellies

A night out, a bit of belly dancing, and some fine pizza and beer with friends, on a November night to remember.

This was Janel's 1st public appearance and she dun good!

Janel, Cheryl and Tonia.
They forgot to take a group shot of the class before the dance started!
Every other month bellydance students and their teachers from all over the Rogue Valley hold "Student Night" at Wild River Brewing Company in Medford. Friends and family come to enjoy great food (PIZZZA!) and drink while cheering on the lovely ladies.

They only performed one dance, a slower Spanish/Arabic skirt-twirling piece. And the crowd went wild! This was the first time Janel did a bellydance performance in public, in costume! (She did bellydance a little in street clothes at her wedding-by-the-River while friends drummed)
They have since learned another dance and are working on a third so you'll have more to watch next time they go LIVE! Janel is really looking forward to it!

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Mushroom Hunting

Late Spring (in fact, May) found them in the Deepest Wilds of Southern Oregon once again, in search of the elusive Morel Mushroom. Janel, Rock, buddy Skip and Patch the wander dog went off to adventure around the woods.

Janel, displaying both grace and poise as she sits atop a moist stump

Janel, knowing that only the camera, Rock, and a few assorted woodsy creatures were to witness the event, performs the opening act of "I Got Goofy In the Woods Before He Got Me, Part 1"

And Part II, where she adroitly balances a soggy morsel of frozen mostly-snow with the occasional bit of bracken, the odd chunk of desiccated bug, and a tiny bit of mysterious organic material which might have been elk poo... Drip, drip, drip, can you feel it running down your neck?

True love is standing next to someone as patently silly as Rock and having your image captured for all time

And so he did... point to the sign, I mean.

Picnic in the shade, next to Klamath Lake

One of the local dormant volcanoes

Another of the local dormant volcanoes

Our little furry buddy, Patch

Skip, contemplating the forest floor, or possibly carefully considering the nature of the universe.

Janel never wastes an opportunity to practice a little yoga, here seen performing the demented lama pose

The Harvest. Minimal, yet tasty!

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Early June
When it was beginning to be obvious that the garden was going to be a success

Peas and Snap Peas and Snow Peas and Beans and Greens (5 types), OH MY! Sing it!

Over the years, Janel and Rock have grown used to eating beans and greens on a regular basis. With fall and spring plantings of collards, kale and spinach, they rarely go without their at-least-once-a-week infusion of stir fried nirvana. You should see what is in their freezers! Oh yeah, and volunteer sunflowers.

The Tomatoes. Looking totally innocent at this point, which only makes their incomprehensible growth that much more perplexing. They kinda look like kids at this point; about right for their age, a bit gangly, and with unknown growth potential.

The Squash Department. With the advantage of hindsight, Rock now realizes that while it was with admiral intentions that he gave them so much room, they would, eventually, TAKE OVER THE ENTIRE GARDEN! Whose bright idea was it to bring in the moo doo? And just what the hell were those cows eating, anyway?

Bean Teepees. 3 little teepees. What could happen, right? The beans, they should have grown right up the nice tasty hemp string that Rock so kindly supplied. But no. They had to turn into "The Beans That Wouldn't Stop Growing!" The horror continues, in the next section.

The corn patch. All from seed, hand planted, with love and cow poop. The love part made those doing the planting feel better, and the cow poop was warmly received by the corn as something that would help them achieve their short life-long goal of 12' tall. (Spoiler alert: they did)

SMALL visitors, not known for actual jumping over the fence and into the garden. More known for standing just outside the fence and gazing longingly into the garden, hoping beyond hope that magically, an opening will appear which would allow them to enter and wreak gustatory havoc.

And LARGE, not really caring about fences in general or barriers of any kind between her and a source of food. Known to eat entire 60 gallon containers of fresh grass clippings. Not known for any feelings of guilt over having done so. In fact, if your narrator may be allowed some license, her eyes kinda seem to be saying "I will eat anything green and left lying about, whether it be outside or inside your puny fence! Ha!"

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Rock Learns a New Trick

This was the year that Rock delved deeper into his favorite hobby. No, not quaffing fine brews, but doing so while simultaneously capturing brilliant imagery. (Ok, yeah, he did delve deeper into the mysteries of brewage, but only because he was forced to do so by the voices calling to him from the amazingly huge selection of fine beers located conveniently within 30 seconds walk. "Try me" they'd say. Or "No, not him, try me!" Still others would call out "Hey buddy, want to sample the delights of one massively hoppy golden elixir?" and "Yo, dude, I've got more deeply roasted malt and the finest Pacific Northwest hops than any other beer here!" What could a guy do? It was obviously a sign from the beer gods.)

It is called, quaintly, HDR, or in lay terms, High Dynamic Range. "High" meaning "a whole lotza somtin'" and "Dynamic" meaning "all the brilliantly bright bits squashed together" and Range "everything from low-light to high-, we got it." The upshot is this: same old boring scene upgraded to brilliant, stunning imagery.

See the entire Surreality set.

Take, for instance,
a Truck with Glasses.
How odd.

RR tracks, Central Point, Or.

The pond, late afternoon

Sunset. 1 July, 2009

Panorama. 12 June, 2009

LARGE         HUGE! 5.66 MB

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Mid July
It was at this point that they knew they were in trouble!

Peas and Greens and Beets, OH MY! Ever have one of those days where no matter how hard you tried you could not fathom how fast Mother Nature gets 'er in gear! Case in point, this garden. One day it was but a green dream on a brown horizon. A few shorts weeks later (Lo! Behold!) it is 3,000 square feet of bounteous goodness, feeding friends and family, and the occasional Miss Elk.

It was on this date that Janel and Rock started referring to the tomato plants in terms of how much taller they (the plants) were than they the people (say that three times real fast. Go ahead, I have time. Now, put a golf ball in your mouth and say it. What do you mean "No?" I thought that anyone reading this much of my babbling was a willing participant in our collective silliness).

Basil! "6 varieties, Sir!"
Lavendar! "4, Sir!"
Sunflower! "Sir, volunteer, Sir!"
Squash! "Encroaching upon the rest of
the garden and awaiting orders, Sir!"

Encouraging was the fact that a whole big bunch of pollinators showed up this year. Your garden variety honey bee--gonna let that one go are we?--bumbles of 2 sorts (one of which looks like the kind that is easily capable of ferrying off with most of the pollen in the area), and somebody new. A visual mix of bumble bee and honey bee, it is sized like the former, and colored like the latter.

There was an abundant supply of fresh and tasty winter-keeper squash, cucumbers (yellow and Armenian), Spaghetti and Hubbard squash, personal watermelons (smaller than a bowling ball), French, yellow zucchini and patty-pan squash. Having too much squash means finding friends and family upon which you will attempt to persuade (AKA: to dump upon) and who are willing to go out on a culinary limb, if for no other reason than, "well, it was thrust into my hands and I was told to run right home and cook it."

This is why there were so many pollinators, and not coincidentally, why the garden went nuts. Tenderly cultivate a small patch of Lavendar and a couple seasons later you'll draw in all the little fellers. On a good day, one in which there are dozens of them per cubic meter of blooming plant life, you will be witness to an amazingly well choreographic and focused effort to harvest food. Bringing home the bacon, bee-style, as it were.

Where you see nothing but vegetation there was but a short week earlier foot-paths throughout the garden. But no, the squash just had to establish dominance over the other plants. Rock had to remove it from, well, all the other plants, several times. He finally gave up, justifying it by concluding that "squash will be squash." Rock may have acquired garden-related issues that will probably require therapy and a short vacation.

To his credit, Rock sincerely thought that the beans wouldn't grow like their little bean kiesters were on fire. "Surely 1/2" pvc, staked securely to the ground, will be able to withstand the meager forces of a bunch of beans," he said (aloud, even though there was nobody to hear him). Here is where you chime in with something pithy, like "beans, beans, the musical fruit..." Not to be outdone by the squash, the beans got together and decided to reach for the heavens, entwining their far-reaching tendrils into ever greater heights. The tops of the teepees were around 6' 6" high. As you can see, by this point the beans were almost there, and headed at warp speed for sunnier, higher climes.

Three rows of corn. Sweet White, Platinum, and a 3,000 year old Native American variety (multi-colored). The ancient heirloom corn had a deep purple colored stalk and grew the fastest.

Here, they all top 6 feet. Which is normal for your every day, garden variety (go ahead, I have time), corn. A short time later they topped 11 feet, headed for 13. And then there was the tornado...

This area was a particular favorite of the boys, Odie and Sunny. Not as a rodent hunting area, but one in which a hot feline might discover shady respite (if not a place from which--after a brief lay-down--said rodents might be leapt upon from).

As I, your humble narrator, eluded to earlier, the squash got busy. In every sense of the word. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, SAY NO MORE! But seriously folks, the squash went nuts, if "nuts" is a measure of the lengths to which squash will go to grow bigger than the competition, including the option to climb upon, pull down, and generally strangle any plant that gets in their way. Squash is vicious! And then it is tasty.

Odie, in a not-leaping-upon-rodents-currently mood. Here we find him performing his famous "open mouth but make no sound" impression of a mime impersonating a cat. Something like that, minus the motions and subtle movements that a mime would use to sell the story, and where here, we learn that old buddy boy would rather not, preferring to, instead, remain motionless, Budhha-like, storing energy for a sudden inexplicable bolt across the garden, headed for places incomprehensible to human minds. I'm pretty sure that they do that just to mess with us. Like they are saying "I, the great and powerful Cat, do so solemnly swear that on each and every day, I will, with malice aforethought--and the promise of several mousies, later--mess with the humans, provided that they continue to remove burrs from my undercarriage, fill my bowl with tasty victuals, keep a fresh supply of water on hand, and always, and I mean always, RESPECT THIS CAT!" "Now, where was I. Oh yeah, headed off in this direction. That'll show them! And along the way I will dart ahead at high speeds and take off on weird tangents. Humans are so easy!"

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CATS - Felis silvestris catus or as they are known around here "Me! Me! Me!"
Where we learned that sneaky comes in small furry packages, and the rodents learned the better part of discretion (or got et).

Bond, James Bond. Shaken, not stirred. And don't forget the mouse.

Bowl o' beans, two cats, and a shoe.
There is meaning there somewhere, I am sure.

Sony, just shifting down from warp 8.

Were I only 18 feet taller I'd be a giraffe!

I'm not too proud to admit that I am one fine feline specimine!

If I have to I will stare at you until
you fork over some tuna or perhaps one of
those smellificus cat-treats.

Bubba under foot

So sleepy

Bubba under foot, again

Perched Upon Compost


Lazy Day

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4th of July Parade

For the 9th year in a row, Janel got out and shook her groove thang in public! Rock did some shaking of his own (for the fourth year) he was however, able to do it anonymously, like the big girly-man that he is.

Two Very Large Heads

One Very Large Head and One Very Small Currently
Stationary Yet Soon To Be Frolicking Wenchette

All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up!

Marching through downtown Ashland

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Late July
OK, we surrender!

The corn grew to be taller than Janel. To be truthful, it also grew taller than Rock, Norman "Wilt" Chamberlain, and anyone not sporting 5' stilts!

Janel, not sure if she brought the correct size bucket for that evening's greens harvest.

Rock is 5'10" tall. His arms are of a standard length for a nearly-normal human. Which means, if I'm figgurin' this right, that the corn is approximately ... really tall!

Janel, kindly providing perspective on the beans that went berserk."

Someplace in this Universe, someone grew taller corn. What they failed to do however was to place someone more breathtakingly wonderful in front of their corn than Rock's little wife-a-licious!

Rock isn't the only one who can rightly be accused of exhibiting traits that confound and confuse! Here Janel is doing her best walrus, or as we say here in the Wilds of Southern Oregon, her best "go stick a bean up yer nose! Two, if yer feelin' froggy!"

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At this point the garden took over, holding R & J hostage to a mandatory schedule of harvesting and giving the "way too much" to friends. None of their friends objected. Smart friends, cleverly accepting free organic produce. Props to them!

Janel, today modeling a lovely tie-dye tank top, bitchin' hippie purple-haze sunglasses, while standing warily next to tomato plants that forgot when to stop growing!

Staying Alive!

Yes, it WAS one of those days! Flowers behind the ears, cats bellies scratchin', on the wrong side of the fence, sittin' in the corn-shade, wonderful days.

Help! Let me out! The corn has gone off I say!

Strange fellow, indeed, standing out there, in his garden, contemplating the tomatoes that grew over his head!

Tah Dah!

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Something New This Way Comes

After a 2-year search, Rock finally found the 'Yoda he'd been seeking. In this case, a 1986 SR5. For those of you who follow old-iron, this one is the 22re with EFI and turbo.

The previous owner stuck a rear-end out of an '03 Taco under it, with 488's, electronically locking gears, and 5" of lift.

Rock and Sunny enjoy a moment on a beautiful fall afternoon.

When Rock thinks of his new truck he gets all giddy! In case you were wondering, he also does spot-on ape impersonations.

As those boys from London put it "it's a clean machine."

Which is appropriate given that we are in fact sitting in the middle of the pouring rain, very strange.

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On September 21st, colors were revealed and manipulated
On the 20th, Janel, Rock, Patti, Susan, Michael, Laura and Ed, tied and dyed, which is the "colors manipulated" part. Here are a select few of the results. The first three images are more examples of the HDR technique; the "colors revealed" portion; taken a bit further into the dynamic.

Pay no attention to Rock, he's just acting odd, again.

Deck Chairs

The Pond

The Deck

Janel's tie dye, I


Caught in the act of tie dyeing: Janel, Michael and Patricia

Rock's tie dye, I



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Unusual Light On An Overcast Evening In Late September

Or, as it came to be known, "The day that The Rain Came a'Pourin' Down, followed by The Evening That The Light Shined Through!"

When The Rain Fell

Looking East

Looking South

Looking North

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Early October. Generators Calling.

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Mid October. A Stupendous Sunset at the end of a Beautiful Day.

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On Frozen Pond
December 10, 2009

Rock here - the narrator has the day off.

Here in the Wilds of Southern Oregon we have a tradition. Actually, many traditions, but I am here today to speak of only one.

The Annual Uncontrollable Landing.

On Giant Chicken Acres there is a 2 acre pond. Said pond is known to freeze in the winter. Birds, who have landed gracefully upon said pond several hundred times before, are expecting a liquid surface, when in fact it is a frozen, slippery circus of a runway (minus the helter-skelter of clowns, yet oddly enough, including the honking). We're talking geese everywhere but right-side-up. Beaks, feet, and tails twisting thru several complete rotations while wings beat mightily in a vain effort to regain even a semblance of control. Kinda like a normally elegant aerobatics show gone horribly wrong, yet non-lethal and mostly just embarrassing in a "got my Christmas Goose early this year" sorta way.

The landing, or should I say crash landing, was a sight to behold; one which will live on forever in my itsy-bitzy lump of cranial goo.

Wish I had had my camera when the actual derby began. Unfortunately, it wasn't at hand until after the wreckage had settled and the geese were walking around as if nothing untoward had happened. "Just a normal landing, nothing to be concerned about. We do this all the time up North. Please, no recording devices allowed. I said, no recording devices! Sir, don't make us poo on you from above, repeatedly."

Here is what they looked like after they gathered their collective feathered composure. It was not a pretty sight, and yet there was a certain dignity to the full realization of their recent exposure as landing poseurs.

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Miscellaneous Moments


Ancient Corn


At Saturday Market, Portland Oregon

The reason why it's called Giant Chicken Acres.

Mt. Pitt, or as the local heathens call it, Mount McLaughlin

Mrs. Kitty Foreman

A herd of. Deers no. Less.


Big ears

The Quails, Dan, Monica, and their children, Morris, Missy, McMac, Little Joe, Hoss, Adama, Zoey, Grasshopper, Weedwhacker, One Eye and "Hey you two bringing up the rear and looking confused. You're going to get eaten by the cat!"

Mr. Toad

Duck butts outside my window, taunting, as if to say "I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries." link

A fine brew at the end of a long day. Clean socks and a snappy crease in his carpenter pants, Rock relaxes on the deck.

Canada Geese

Sunny has not a care in the world and is in fact thoroughly enjoying the afternoon.

Tomato harvest

Ancient Corn

One Day's Harvest, Pt. 1

One Day's Harvest, Pt. 2

One Day's Harvest, Pt. 3

Rock is beginning to doubt the practicality of holding in his hands all the day's harvest without getting several hernias and possibly spilling the veggies on the floor. And besides, his shorts were way too tight that day, allowing him to hit high-notes unforeseen.

Rock has a new friend. It is a tomato and it is yellow and odd-shaped. Under normal conditions, Rock is able to make new friends without resorting to vegetables, yet on this day we find him cozying up to the squishiest of fruit, Mr. Tomato. Tsk, tsk.

Janel, in a slightly skewed view, poses beside part of the day's harvest

There is nothing that Rock won't do in order to help folks reach the conclusion that he is definitely one brick short of an infinitesimally small wall. Here we find him sporting the latest in chin-hair weaves. Comprised of the day's asparagus bean harvest, Rock is able to fashion a tidy beard out of simple legumes.

Go Monkey Girl, Go! Janel climbs a watch tower from the 1920's on the Delaware coast at Cape Henlopen State Park, once part of Fort Miles. She really enjoyed scaring the tourist who was afraid to even come out on the deck....bad girl.

Janel and her grand-niece, Maddie. Maddie is Janel's niece's daughter, who in turn is Janel's Brother Rich's daughter.

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A Passing

It is with sadness that we reported the death of Janel's father, Jack Fredericks.

After a lengthy illness, Jack was freed from his pain on a Tuesday in the Fall, surrounded by family and friends.

Janel and her siblings gathered to be present for Jack's last few days; several of which found him lucid and relatively pain-free.

While Jack's spirit will remain in our hearts and minds, he will be missed by those who knew and loved him.

Cherish those you love, for they are gone too soon.

Jack, Janel and Rich enjoying a sing-a-long on the porch in August at a family barbecue.

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In Closing, from your Narrator

Janel and Rock would like to thank you for persevering all the way to this point, beyond all reasonable expectations of patience and curiosity.

I hope that you individually and collectively enjoyed this year's tiptoe through Janel and Rock's tulips. May it be that you were at least puzzled by the pithy if not incomprehensible commentary as well as the questionable and all together bent photography.

To those who would like to critique my choice of pictures and/or descriptive text, I say to you lo'Be Vos!

Desktops Gallery
Infrared Gallery
2010 Gallery
2010 Portland Gallery
2010 Portland Gallery B&W
Sept. 2010 - Anthony Lakes HDR
9/2010 - Anthony Lakes Just Us Folks

Variations On A Cow
Hill Family Reunion 1983
Hill Family Reunion 2005, pg 1
Hill Family Reunion 2005, pg 2
Hill Family Reunion 2005, pg 3
Hill Family Reunion 2005, pg 4
Hill Family Reunion 2005, pg 5
Jon Parrish 50th Birthday
Whiskey Camp Adventure, June 2009
Samba 2006, pg 1
Samba 2006, pg 2

Samba 2007, pg 1
Samba 2007, pg 2

2008 in Review
2009 in Review
2010 in Review
Our Wedding, pg 1
Our Wedding, pg 2
Our Wedding, pg 3
Our Wedding, pg 4
Our Wedding, pg 5
Our Wedding, pg 6
Our Wedding, pg 7
Halloween 2006, pg 1
Halloween 2006, pg 2

BillyChinook 2006, pg 1
BillyChinook 2006, pg 2

PPC Part I

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