From ghost towns to wolves, BILs, grandchildren, hats and cats, we have a melange of pictures today.
For Sale: a former party place in the pioneer days of Brudenell in the late 1800s. The Costello Hotel was somewhat notorious as a haven for gamers and loose women back then. It had a For Sale sign when I last checked over a decade ago, and you can own this piece of history for $69 000. In fact, I'll bet you could drive down the list price by quite a bit. Brudenell fell into "ghostliness" after the railroad bypassed it in 1893.
My BIL is home from surgery and seems to be on the road to recovery.
A further look inside Brian's barn.
It's Friday so let's have a good ole howl. Cuppa took this at Algonquin Park last month.
Here is The Little Fella wearing the Big Fella's hat. It looks better on him.
Does he look like a rapper? Please, Zach: I'm too old.
He's learned to be kind and gentle with old Asha, who is quite patient and phlegmatic about it all.
Always hold hands in the parking lot, Buppa.