Our parents were always safety conscious.They didn't take us to see the dangerous killer whales at Marineland.

They took us to see the surfing dog show.
Mom is feeling the Olympic spirit.
The old Datsun B210 buried in the snow.
A cozy ice covered house.
A shot from the back of the property towards our newly constructed home.
It looks like the construction workers are coming along pretty well with the new house.
The foreman, Mom, is overseeing the framing.
This is taken form the living room looking into the kitchen.
Starting to hang some drywall.

We are now in the garage looking into the living room. You can also see where the floor steps up for the kitchen.
We are now in the kitchen looking into a bonus room.
How cool was that?
There I am in background in the days before I watched lame-o TV movies on the sly.
More drywall.
The place is really starting to come together.


Now is your chance to buy some art from one of What My Dad Saw's favorite artists, Brian Ashmore.
Playing on the pond next to our house in 1977.
The family standing in the front door of what will one day be our front porch.
Mom was camo before camo was cool.
Looks like they used the garage to prestain the molding this trip down.
We couldn't wait to move in to our little house on the prairie.
Sorry for the lack of posts this week but the space bar on my keyboard quit working.
He sends me this nice view of Montana.
He passed on the flag pole licking but took me up on playing with the wagon.