Snapshots: Back Home

There have been a lot of photos of New Orleans lately. But we're back home now, and back to our regular High Plains photos.

Like so.

Our priest and his brother came over Sunday for our belated Thanksgiving feast. We were sitting in the living room after dinner while the kids played Taboo, and Father picked up the little drawing LED board that was next to the couch. He drew on it for at least fifteen minutes. I couldn't imagine what he could be drawing that would take so long, but I was appropriately impressed when he showed us the finished product.

This is what he was looking at.

And this is what he drew.

I was baking bread on Tuesday anyway, so I made a loaf of bread for the FFA fundraiser auction at school the next day. Since it was for an auction, I made the fancy loaf that people seem to expect sourdough to be.

These round loaves look cool, but are very impractical for sandwiches.

We had our first snow of the season on Wednesday. I had thought it was just going to be a dusting, but it turned out to be a couple of inches.

Good thing I bought new boots last spring.

I didn't miss breaking ice in the water troughs.

Snowy sheep mobbing their hay.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.