Oct 4, 2009
There were hundreds of these buzzing around while F. and I were working under the eaves of the upper roof at the cabin.
Click inside to see their fate.
They didn't stand a chance against F., though. We couldn't find the hornet spray, so Grandpa wielded the electric flyswatter like the tin man cutting down flying monkeys.
Just a day in the life with F.: maintaining a cabin that been a lifetime in the making, and solving problems creatively. The safety rope puts his wife B.'s mind at ease.
Nikon D90, 10-20mm lens. I am only about 18 inches from Grandpa, but the wide angle makes it appear otherwise.