Here's my portrait of my mom and Augie on her 90th birthday earlier this month. She gave Augie her 100-year-old shotgun that she used as a girl to go hunting with her father, August John Schwert. That's how the family survived during the Great Depression back in Indiana. Augie was named for his great-grandfather, a brick-layer who came over from Germany over a century ago. The picture makes me laugh because these two have always joked around with each other.

Oh, Summer. Do not end

Corrales appetizer

doggie freckles

Old Church Road

"Sunday Morning" by Augie Braude, on the mandolin