Farming in New York

One of the main things that struck me,
driving around in New York,

was how MUCH land was just lying fallow.




It was shocking.



100's of acres of fallow land.



Land not being used.



Just sitting there.


Feeding the deer.

So different from here, where evry square inch is used.



For something.




There?



Not so much.






So, today I'm going to post pictures of one of the very few "farms" I saw.





Now, these were taken from a moving Jeep,
so don't expect greatness,
mmkay?






Here it is on the approach.

Here's the front entry way...

And the side view.


Now, you may not believe that people live here.
But they do.

I saw them.


Plus, check out the satellite dish......

The barnyard...

And the cows.

So there you go.


A lesson in farming.

The rest of Sacket's Harbour

Finally, eh?

Did I mention there were a LOT, a lot of these?
One flew over like every 10 minutes.

A Pretty Tree

Some Historical something that Donna said I should take a picture of.

The Historic Battlefield.

The Historic sidewalk

The Historic Picket Fence
with some wicked cool Depth of Field going on.

More Wicked Depth of Field.

The picture to explain....

what this is.

A picture to show the view from the cliff.

More Depth of Field shots...
this time of rocks.

Same rocks

And what was Donna doing while I was capturing all these amazing DOF shots?

She was napping in the sun.

She bores easily.

She finds something interesting....

Oh! Look, Dad!
Will this one do?

Okay, so this is embarrassing.
This shirt always makes me look fat.
As does the cannon.

The trees, too.


Just to let you know, I lasted the 8 seconds.....

Yee-HAW!

Donna did too.

Our mount....
a worthy opponent.

Pretty view.

And another.

Donna in a tree.
She hurt her chin.

This tree has......

a really BIG belly button.


What did you think I was going to say?


Sheesh.


Get your mind out of the gutter, people.

One of the neighbourhood houses.



I'd live here if it came with at least 5 acres.
And only if.

That's it till next time!

How about this one, Dad?

Taken from where we had lunch.

That's the coast of Ontario with the windmills.

Cornwall, I think.

This is the kind of boat that has a butler.

And t.v.'s. And a bar.

Will this do?

For Dad....

and others.


But seriously.

It's a Harbour.

Sacket's Harbour.




A marina.






Lots of boats.






Wh0 likes boats?



Who does?

My Dad.











Okay.




Now that we've established that
here we go.





Sacket's Harbour, NY.







Flags everywhere.

The Marina.


Which do you like, Dad?

More boats.

But with blossoms in front!!

Much more interesting.

You see they all have sails?

As in, sailboats?

There's lots to choose from.

This was some part of the war of 1812 memorial.


You know, when we burned the Whitehouse down.


It has been updated to a "visitors center".

The Lalu.

Water.

The Bandstand.

Donna stole the flag....

Then, like the good friend I am, I reminded her that the Americans take the flag very seriously, and there was probably some Stste Trooper wiating to take her into custody.


So, she put it back.


What she would do without me, I don't know.




Be arrested, probably.

Sacket's Harbour is on the coast of Lake Ontario.

And also on the flight path to and from Fort Hood.




Lot's, and LOT'S of these things flying back and forth.

Ahhhh.


America.

Tomorrow.....
a boat for my Dad.....
for sale in Sacket's Harbour.



And, the rest of the War of 1812 memorial.



You know....




When we, Canadians,
burned the White House down.

Drivin'

We did a lot.




Just cruising around, visiting all the small towns,
sunroof open, windows down, tunes on the radio.



I like driving around.



Really I do.



I like driving on the 401.



I always thought I could be a trucker.



Long haul.





But driving in a truck is different than rocking it in a car,
or van, as the case may be.



This trip, however,
nobody seemed to know the rules of the 401.



You know,
if you are driving in the very left lane,
and someone comes up so close they can see what radio station you're listening to,
you maybe should move over.



Not this trip.



I can not tell you how many vehicles I passed by going into the VERY far right lane.



People would just toot along in the left lane, going 100.

Which, yes, is the speed limit.


But only losers drive the speed limit on the 401....



And that causes a lot of "weaving."


I hate weaving.


But I also hate going 100 on the 401.


So I weaved.



And I rocked the weaving.




Other drivers would try it, and get stuck.

In their little sport cars.



Not me, man.


I would weave, and weave,
and always made it back, and kept my speed.



Which was fast.




I shoulda been driving a mustang, instead of a Dodge Caravan.




Oh well.




I'm a rockstar, even in my Caravan.

The driver

Rockin' out.

Self portrait.
Wind making my hair crazy.

My driving position...

This was a playhouse.

A giant ship.


Way cool.

Driving around New York.

The Tattoo?



Yes.


It's mine.




And it's "Heather"


You know.


The Scottish weed?



Not some other Weed.



Which it may look like.



It's not.








That is all.