Hey, Grandma Moses started late!
The timbers supporting the steeple had rotted away so the structure had to be rebuilt. The pioneers didn't have a crane.
We were VERY organized and efficient in rebuilding the steeple and thought we had saved a bunch of money. However, when we poured new footings, we discovered the floor had been destroyed by rot and various critters. So we had to spend the money anyway.
The steeple as seen this afternoon. There is still some siding / flashing work to do.
"Remember the I35W bridge--who needs terrorists when there are Republicans"
Actually, I am not sure how I get roped into these sorts of projects. BTW, this is the picture we are supposed to match. No I didn't take it--we guess it was taken in early June of 1876.
Slightly earlier I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell. _ Blood Sweat & Tears
I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell. _ Blood Sweat & Tears
Faces of a forest -- 1:
Faces of a forest -- 2:
(Both on the North side.) My dog before I ordered her back from the thin ice of a miniature lake on a mountain saddle:
Back in the city, there was an incredible third-sky red Sunset, I have seen such an orgy of colours at most 3-4 times before. But it is short bliss: must have lasted less than a minute, by the time I pulled out the camera and made some hasty adjustments, it began to fade away...
*Lunatic*, n. One whose delusions are out of fashion.
