Odom Stuff

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Fiddle player.

Mom and Dad in Trier, Germany. This is the oldest city in Germany.

Dad at the Esso station. This is just down from our house. Apparently, my grandfather used to own an Esso service station in Woodbury.

Our Sunday School class at our May social. This is in our backyard. We grilled out and played games.

Karsten is ready to come back.

Our dog Shelby who is residing on Odom farm.

Ever wonder how rocks get into the creek?

The real cause of erosion on Bryson Hollow Road.

Me and Lisa with the tulips we snuck out of the gardens in Lisa's purse. Just kidding, we snuck them out under my jacket.

Parker and Lori avec Tulips.

Somebody squeezed the guts out of this plant.

I call it "Man sitting on snake".

Me playing drums made from beer kegs.

First eskimo colony on the moon.

Lisa and her "making beer" show and tell.

Tulips as far as the eye can see.

Nice view of the Gardens.

Lisa and I with an apparent mortar round exploding in the pond behind us.

"At Keukenhof garden's, we've got enough tulips to choke a camel."

Me and Parker next to the "Wavy stream of flowers". That is what we named it.

Nice view of the gardens.

Lisa and I huddling for warmth.

Flowers in the greenhouse.

Me being charged by a cow. I thought the greenhouse was "no charge".

Lisa in tulip colored pants.

Tulip patch after I laid in it.

Lisa and Lori in the greenhouse.

"I'm feeling a little horse"

Horse cam!

Me and Lisa. We're not sitting in the water.

Fields and fields of tulips. We're off to see the wizard.

Tulips in various poses.

We are not really in the tulip patch. There is a sidewalk. No tulips were harmed during the taking of these photographs.

If you walk on the grass, you can't leave tracks.

This place was like a dream, or nightmare if you're allergic to pollen.

Parker, Lori and Lisa at the entrance to the gardens.

How would you like your likeness in tulip bulbs?

An old windmill. The Dutch are known for these, among other things.

Lisa and I in front of a Napolean statue. I assume that is what the big N is for at the base of the statue.

Here are Lisa and I in front of the Waterloo Monument. Don't worry Napolean, if I had to run up this hill to fight, then I would give up too.

This is the Brasserie Des Six Colonies. I don't know why I think this is funny, I just do.

Apparently we had taken a wrong turn. This is Parker Wright who is accusing me, a Geographer of all people, of messing things up. Well, on our 1 hour wrong direction (cardinally) we got to see the Waterloo Battlefield. "You drove 1/6 of the way across the country in the wrong direction!"