Limits.

So, kids, apparently I can write a short story every day for a year, but I’ve hit my limit when attempting to take, process, and post a 3D photo…365 times…in…a…row.

I’m not stopping the project, but I’m changing two things:

1. It’s no longer “daily”.

2. It’s no longer limited to one year.

This will also change a third thing by default…it will alleviate all of the guilt that I’m feeling about not updating this fricking blog as often as I said I would. Seriously, dudes, this is stressing me out, but the whole point of goatygoat is to have fun and keep in touch with y’all.

So the restructuring begins now. Keep an eye out…soonish…for new photos.

Love,

goatygoat!

Mandy + Carb's wedding reception

A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of taking photos at Mandy and Carb’s wedding. Randy snapped this pic as I was sitting on the edge of the stage, watching everyone dance.

How to sweet talk a zucchini:

Here's where it gets rustic.

In order to reach their log cabin last weekend, Nikki and Aaron had to drive over a primitive road, through cattle gates, and then hike fifteen minutes into a pretty river ravine.

Do not drink the water.

Damn shame, really. I used to love biking around Lake Calhoun in Minneapolis, and stopping to drink from a pump just like this one.

Star of David on the outhouse.

I took this photo, and walked by this outhouse fifty more times that weekend, but I only noticed that the cutout star is the Star of David when I converted it to 3D.

Stumpy the Cat

This well-fed farm cat is missing half of his tail. He was mighty affectionate, and with every pat on his ample butt, he would twitch his tail back and forth so quickly it looked like it was vibrating.

Apparently, Stumpy likes his brewskis.

Dogs!

Here are a few members of ec’s family, with dogs. Farmdog Frank in the background with the kids on the swing, and ec’s Dad is posing in the foreground with Kaspar Bowser, dachshund extraordinaire.

ec+sb

ec and Shane tied the knot on August 15th. This is the reason I went to Iowa, and I’ve been smiling all week, thinking of last weekend’s awesomeness.

This is the barn where we danced and danced that night, to everything from Al Green and Stevie Wonder to Merle Haggard, Prince, and Michael Jackson.

This barn has been used as a dance hall since 1929, and I suspect that illegal booze was probably produced here during Prohibition.

Last weekend, this barn added a new memory, that of a pair of people who are perfect together dancing for four hours straight, celebrating a fantastic day.

I totally got in trouble for taking this photo.

 

So in the middle of Iowa, somewhere near Ames, Nikki & Aaron & I stopped for some provisions on our way to the Whitewater Conservancy for ec + sb. Nikki and I were loving this old-timey meat counter, so I ran back out to the car to grab the camera.

As soon as I snapped the shot, two paper-hatted butchers came around the counter and demanded to know who I was and what I was doing with the photo. Turns out, they thought I was from their competition.

Meat competition, folks. This is a BIG DEAL.

Homemade Burma Shave Sign, part 6

Homemade Burma Shave Sign, part 5

Whisker Biscuit! Ha! If you’re not familiar with the term, check it out on Urban Dictionary. I’m not gonna link to it, though. If you’re curious, go scratch that itch.

Homemade Burma Shave Sign, part 4

Homemade Burma Shave Sign, part 3

Homemade Burma Shave Sign, part 2

Homemade Burma Shave Sign, part 1

A few weeks ago, Randy and I both noticed that someone had made their own Burma Shave sign, installed neatly on phone poles near our house. I’m sorry for keeping you in suspense, but check back every day for the next installment in the series!

Swing set

I wish I was four feet tall again…this thing looks like fun!

The thing from the deep.

When the tide is high, the water comes up to the bottom step. All the better for seamonsters to get into the yard (and you thought raccoons were a nuisance!).

Same tree, different angle

This is the same madrona tree, seen from below the seawall.

Madrona

This madrona tree sits on the eroded land just above the high tide line, looking out over Puget Sound.