Donny and I often go for quiet walks here, and sometimes picnics. One time a Great Dane carried off our fried chicken when we turned our backs for a minute. I just had one of those little pocket notebooks with the mottled covers with me this time but I don't think I wrote anything in it.
I don't know who this boy is, but he and his sister and brother and their parents let me take pictures of them a couple of years ago at Talking Rock Creek. It was this boy's little brother's second birthday, I think.