mud

mud, mud, glorious mud. nothing quite like it for cooling the blood....
the mausoleum takes shape, even at 5:30 a.m.

Pigmalion and Galatea

completely taken with their own pigness and beauty, these future sides-o-ham live life to the fullest, at full speed, only pausing to avoid the occasional predator. the house slab is being poured today.
o.c.

by popular demand...

baby gremlins on the march!
five days old, they are suddenly and fearlessly mobile.
o.c.

my photo

! i have to get permission from some guy named Url.
it won't let me post it with my profile

dreams and promises

NOTHING is afraid of me....gaaaahhhh!!!
wild pigs come to the barn to give birth. here, a litter (or the first half of it, rather), 14 minutes old.
and the beginnings of my mausoleum/ranch house/hunting cabin/bomb shelter/ getaway/beer warehouse/writing shack/feed shed.