tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637577035521955477.post1320738155743727581..comments2024-03-15T09:27:43.093-07:00Comments on keeper of wild places: digging outjozienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212900310477832041noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637577035521955477.post-45293464218988229532009-02-16T09:48:00.000-08:002009-02-16T09:48:00.000-08:00Thank you, Jozien.:)I think as far apart as we are...Thank you, Jozien.:)<BR/><BR/>I think as far apart as we are, we do share maybe not just scars, but joys. Your photos are beautiful as always.<BR/><BR/>I once drove our car into a muddy pasture...my brother was teaching me to drive...we were almost home and off I went -- My father watching. My father was the type of man to never have a feather ruffled. He walked up the dirt road and with careful determination drove the car back onto the road. He knew he had to, or I would have never wanted to drive again. Needless to say, my brother was fuming the whole time with a lot of "look what you've done nows" He tends to be a little hot headed :) Thanks for bringing that memory back to me:)<BR/><BR/>And ah yes, the woods do tell us these things...even here away from such grand wilderness.L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08030622402438915251noreply@blogger.com