It’s been a while since we’ve had swirls. Here are some.
The river crossing at Fort Blount.
Fort Blount would have been on the right here.
This piece of land had houses from every major architectual era on it. I couldn’t fit them all in though.
This week our sink burped this up.
How the swirls will be fit together
The back. I think the swirls will pull squarer over time.
This daffodil sprang up in this field last year. I was happy to see it back again this year. But how did it get here? I think a squirrel must have dug something up near a house and buried it here and forgot.
We went to the Octagon house in Kentucky. This is the sign that greeted us.
The octagon house is full of thins.
Here’s the front door.
Here’s the builders of the house.
Yes, it’s this kind of place.
What happens when your brother gets your camera.
The front lawn of the octagon house.
As a side note it just reeked of stale tobacco in this place. Reeked. It was so gross. I wonder how long they’ll have to air the place out to get rid of it.
Ghost hunters were getting set up in the house while we were there.
The rebuilt slave cabin.
The family plot.
The confederate memorial right next to the slave cemetery.