Every time a rain-filled cloud bursts open over our fair burg, like it did earlier this week (see July 13 blog), the backyards adjacent to us in our square block turn into lakefront property. Big Bore and I have come to call this Stuber Creek, after the neighbors closest to us. After the tornado sirens stopped wailing and the rain subsided, BB came up with a goofball idea for a photo op. “Get your camera out and come to the front porch,” he ordered. And that’s where I shot the above picture, much to his delight. “I didn’t catch anything,” he reported, “but I had a few nibbles.”
Saturday, July 17, 2010
GONE FISHIN'
Every time a rain-filled cloud bursts open over our fair burg, like it did earlier this week (see July 13 blog), the backyards adjacent to us in our square block turn into lakefront property. Big Bore and I have come to call this Stuber Creek, after the neighbors closest to us. After the tornado sirens stopped wailing and the rain subsided, BB came up with a goofball idea for a photo op. “Get your camera out and come to the front porch,” he ordered. And that’s where I shot the above picture, much to his delight. “I didn’t catch anything,” he reported, “but I had a few nibbles.”
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Our yard in Eureka used to do that, too. There are pictures buried somewhere of Aaron and me up to our waists in rain water out by that big willow tree. You could just about count on it flooding at least a little bit every time it rained.
Oh, yes, your back/side yard used to be where the train tracks came through town! Bet those pics are cute of Aaron and you.
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