Okay, this is as random of a post as they come, so here's the explanation. I'm going through cds of photos, working on a couple projects, and I came across these scenes from a day of hunting in Montana with my Grandpa Gene and brother, Dave, about five years ago. It must strike me so because of the scenery juxtaposition with relentless sun, concrete, and manicured grass here in Texas.
This short video clip is of the snowy woods, and then Grandpa stirring soup over a lunch time campfire.
There may be more old clips on the way, depending on my inability to focus on the tasks at hand.