Isaac being himself (Winding up rather than down as he became more tired. It's a trait most of our kids share.) in Atlanta. This picture is too dark. It's a waterfall that's across the road from my home. In high school I liked going here to think and to write. Taking my kids there wasn't quite the same, but they enjoyed seeing it. Riding the carousel at Martha's Dandee Creme in Queensbury. Stopping there was a tradition when I was in high school. Driving by it every Sunday as the tourists lined up to get their cones was a little tough sometimes. I learned to look the other way. Isaac and McKenna L to R: Me, McKenna & Isaac, my brother Conor, my mom (Bonnie), Corbin, my dad (Dave), and my cousins, Lauren Droddy and Rena (Droddy) with her husband Mark.

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  1. David and Bonnie Nielsen30 October 2009 at 06:09

    Havilah,

    Thanks for putting up more New York pictures. Looks like a lot of fun and so different from here!

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