This picture really blew my mind. A young Kevin Stanford back home from college (Denver) on his mother's east Jackson Ranch, myself about age 10 (?), & Dad with dark hair & a fresh face doing what he does best. Around this time my Dad had rebuilt Nancy Jackson's house & lived alone on her 700+ acres. The boulders on this ranch down in the draw are so enormous. That live oak behind Kevin makes me really homesick. I miss those trees. I miss this day, & these feelings. I'm so happy my Dad is still alive & that we get along better than ever. I feel so lucky to have such a strange family. I love steak.
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