My baby. I bought it at a thrift store in Missouri for $20. It can be temperamental at times but it takes me where I need to go. Fayetteville has a wonderful set of trails.

Also, I broke that red water bottle today. I was trying to get a drink while riding and dropped it on the concrete. I’m kinda sad now. 

Taken with my new phone (Nokia Lumia 920).

Herpderping in the bright sunlight.

countingxbodies and her husbrand. Weirdos.

I was going through my photos and I found this. 

x Sinvana ‘Mount Magazine,’ a Brazilian foxglove plant hybrid developed by one of my professors. We were required to plant a plug and keep it alive for about two months as our first homework assignment.

Trees changing color around Black Bass Lake, Eureka Springs, AR.

I went for a hike over the weekend with my dad since we didn’t really have enough time to make it to the Buffalo that day.

Take with the Nikon D3000.

Dogwood tree changing colors.

Taken with the Nikon at Black Bass Lake in Eureka Springs, AR.

For once, your Facebook likes can actually make a difference!

All you have to do is like the American Family Insurance page and they will donate a dollar to the National FFA Organization’s Rally to Fight Hunger. You have until 10/31.

Here’s a link to their page http://www.facebook.com/amfam?ref=stream

What are you waiting for?

PS: Reblog this so all your friends can see it!

Me and the old mountain man. This is from around Thanksgiving last year. 

Dad may be terrible boss sometimes but I still love him.

Lost Valley Trail, Buffalo National River

Picture of a picture. That’s me, taking a picture of my sister and my brother-in-law. My dad manned the camera for this shot. Every time somebody new comes to the house, he drags out his old photos and shows them off.

Lost Valley Trail, Buffalo National River

My kitties, Bells (foreground) and Magic (photobombing in the background). Bells kinda hates Magic and she will attack her sometimes. Right now they’ve been banned from the house because of a flea outbreak.

Taken with the Nikon.

Powell Feed Mill, Green Forrest, AR.

Hauled some calves to the sale barn for my grandma this afternoon. Usually the mill kinda smells like nasty potatoes but I couldn’t really tell tonight as the scent of the Tyson’s plant lingered through the whole town. I realized that there were very few places around here that have never smelled of poultry at some point in time.

Taken with the ol’ iPhone 3GS.