Elizabeth McQuern:
"When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash, then I long for my Indiana home..."
Elizabeth McQuern:
My dad's lathe tools.
Elizabeth McQuern:
A pilot always has room for model planes in his workshop.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Indiana Thanksgiving - November 2011
Elizabeth McQuern:
Sweet corn ahead! Definitely in Indiana. Definitely at Mom and Dad's farm.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Flora Iron and Steel, Flora, Indiana. More of my ancestors' names on the map of Indiana.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Indiana sunset. It's good to be home.
Elizabeth McQuern:
My brother made some gorgeous Christmas arrangements today. That's our childhood sled!
Elizabeth McQuern:
My nephew, now an NYC EMT, once wore these teeny tiny baby Nikes.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Pie for breakfast!
Elizabeth McQuern:
The last few apples of the season.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Birds nest in the back pasture.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Mama and baby deer tracks in the garden.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Bryan checks out the smoker that gave us our turkey.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Have been informed this is a cider press. Though I don't know why it needs to look so SERIOUS and industrial.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Cars and airplanes in the barn.
Elizabeth McQuern:
No farting in the barn, please.
Elizabeth McQuern:
B-17 bomber schematics.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Dad's works-in-progress.
Elizabeth McQuern:
MD-80 forward instrument panel.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Grain load tickets.
Elizabeth McQuern:
The rules. Sexist, funny, or both?
Elizabeth McQuern:
How many chainsaws does one person need?
Elizabeth McQuern:
At least once a year.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Indiana Thanksgiving - November 2011
Elizabeth McQuern:
The woodpile. It always seems to stay the same size.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Dad things.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Indiana Thanksgiving - November 2011
Elizabeth McQuern:
The garden is almost empty.
Elizabeth McQuern:
Tall pines behind the barn.
