The dread pirate Dennis and his pet llama Jason.

The dread pirate Dennis and his pet llama Jason.

A few years ago I took pictures of Nana making lamingtons and posted the recipe. She made a batch over the weekend and we shared with friends who wanted the recipe. Here you go!
What are lamingtons? Squares of yellow cake dipped in chocolate sauce and rolled in coconut. Basically: one of Australia’s best kept secrets!

A few years ago I took pictures of Nana making lamingtons and posted the recipe. She made a batch over the weekend and we shared with friends who wanted the recipe. Here you go!

What are lamingtons? Squares of yellow cake dipped in chocolate sauce and rolled in coconut. Basically: one of Australia’s best kept secrets!

From my business site 
smalltownphotographs:

Jenny’s bridal pre-wedding shoot previews
Had a wonderful time taking these - Jenny is fantastic to work with and her mother-in-law-to-be Linda is a fantastic dress wrangler. 
Can’t wait for the wedding!

From my business site 

smalltownphotographs:

Jenny’s bridal pre-wedding shoot previews

Had a wonderful time taking these - Jenny is fantastic to work with and her mother-in-law-to-be Linda is a fantastic dress wrangler. 

Can’t wait for the wedding!

tinyplasticworld:

Zebra contemplates the world.

I don’t know why I like this so much, but I really do.  It was posted on my other site (Tiny Plastic World).

tinyplasticworld:

Zebra contemplates the world.

I don’t know why I like this so much, but I really do.  It was posted on my other site (Tiny Plastic World).

tinyplasticworld:

It wasn’t intended to be biblical or anything

From my new blog just for tiny plastic-ness.

tinyplasticworld:

It wasn’t intended to be biblical or anything

From my new blog just for tiny plastic-ness.

Since I’m a bit obsessed with all of my tiny plastic toys and things, I’ve started a blog just for that silly stuff.  Come visit my Tiny Plastic World!  It’s a cute and happy place (with ice cream!).

Since I’m a bit obsessed with all of my tiny plastic toys and things, I’ve started a blog just for that silly stuff.  Come visit my Tiny Plastic World!  It’s a cute and happy place (with ice cream!).

So, I’ve started this bit of silliness over on Facebook.  Give us a “like” if you’re so inclined.

So, I’ve started this bit of silliness over on Facebook.  Give us a “like” if you’re so inclined.

Quality control tools at Woodford Reserve.  Oh, to be a master distiller!

Quality control tools at Woodford Reserve.  Oh, to be a master distiller!

Bourbon in the process of aging at Heaven Hill

Bourbon in the process of aging at Heaven Hill

Yeast converting sugars into alcohol at Woodford Reserve
I know a lot more about bourbon than I did before this past weekend.  I would probably remember even more if I hadn’t enjoyed the tasting so much.

Yeast converting sugars into alcohol at Woodford Reserve

I know a lot more about bourbon than I did before this past weekend.  I would probably remember even more if I hadn’t enjoyed the tasting so much.

Decoration Day
Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest On this Field of the Grounded Arms, Where foes no more molest, Nor sentry’s shot alarms!
Ye have slept on the ground before, And started to your feet At the cannon’s sudden roar, Or the drum’s redoubling beat.
But in this camp of Death No sound your slumber breaks; Here is no fevered breath, No wound that bleeds and aches.
All is repose and peace, Untrampled lies the sod; The shouts of battle cease, It is the Truce of God!
Rest, comrades, rest and sleep! The thoughts of men shall be As sentinels to keep Your rest from danger free.
Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.
                              — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From The Atlantic
A little about this section of the Cave Hill Cemetery from The Courier Journal:

On Monday, flags will be planted in front of roughly 6,100 Union soldiers and 228 Confederate soldiers buried at Cave Hill…

Decoration Day

Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest
On this Field of the Grounded Arms,
Where foes no more molest,
Nor sentry’s shot alarms!

Ye have slept on the ground before,
And started to your feet
At the cannon’s sudden roar,
Or the drum’s redoubling beat.

But in this camp of Death
No sound your slumber breaks;
Here is no fevered breath,
No wound that bleeds and aches.

All is repose and peace,
Untrampled lies the sod;
The shouts of battle cease,
It is the Truce of God!

Rest, comrades, rest and sleep!
The thoughts of men shall be
As sentinels to keep
Your rest from danger free.

Your silent tents of green
We deck with fragrant flowers
Yours has the suffering been,
The memory shall be ours.

                             — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

From The Atlantic


A little about this section of the Cave Hill Cemetery from The Courier Journal:

On Monday, flags will be planted in front of roughly 6,100 Union soldiers and 228 Confederate soldiers buried at Cave Hill…