The traditional music festival at New Salem has sort of become an annual portrait session for the boy. We listen to the music and I snap photos. This year, he's bald. But still cute.
He was throwing hay at me and into my purse.
We took a hike down to the Sangamon River.
Oh my, the mud.
Showing off the muddy shoes. Luckily we were in flip flops.
Abe Lincoln. Obviously.
That building is actually a pit toilet (well, was, not currently). He wanted a photo here. Not inside, luckily.