This is the final hill you go over to get to my dad's house in Kansas. It is a ways out there and whenever you top that final hill I can always see this one tree standing alone. It is very picturesque and I am often struck by it's beauty on the final approach. Although you can not see my dad's house in this picture whenever I come over the hill and see this tree, it reminds me I'm home.
This is the love seat on my balcony. In my first week in Kansas City I had no job, no TV, no internet, no friends, and no air conditioning. So I spent nights on the balcony with a pack of cigarettes and my banjo, plucking away and watching the neighbors across the street. In the mornings a cup of coffee on the balcony was therapeutic. Even now with most of the luxuries I didn't have at first in place I find the balcony a great place to spend an evening.
