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Family, my four brothers (Top left: Zane, Mat, Marty and Mark) and my Mom.

As the years have gone by, one by one, thirty of them now, the Landscape has gradually changed, how could it not? But nevertheless, how dare it. If only it had to asked permission. I would have granted the changing of crops, the new homes, babies being born, the seasons painting green to gold to toiled land, and most things really. 

But the landscape of family... oh why? Don't answer it, I know.


 We grow older.



family - granchildren



The last night, those who were around came for dinner, I felt such love, such happiness, and that ache that comes with goodbye. When will I see you again? 







The ever changing landscape...


 Though that which is planted within yields divine.



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