View from the Bus

Had some more fun with the geese by adding a view from the old bus.

It reminds me of the old school bus my brother used to drive when he was a senior in high school. He would pick me up on the cold, snowy days in Nebraska. He wasn't supposed to because we lived pretty close to the school and the principal thought the kids who lived close didn't need to ride the bus.

But Mike picked me up anyway. I was his first stop and he had me sit right behind him where the heater was. Thanks, Mike! Even though you're gone, I still feel your love. Namaste'