We went up to the Biggs’ Family Reunion this last week (Dad’s Mother’s side). As expected, there were a lot of people I didn’t know, and just as many I only vaguely remembered. I guess I’m bad at networking, even when it’s my own extended family. Then again, I’m currently hiding from my nuclear family in the basement, so judge if you must.
I suppose that, when the world ends, we should know our kin, so that our collective clan can band together against violent wasteland raiders. Blood ties!
Amusingly, few of my photos involved this extended family, but rather the activities, so I present to you a montage summary:
The rainbow was a sign…that it would be really hot and humid while we all posed for that group photoA goby–apparently an invasive species that have to be euthanized upon catching (killed with the Mora)Dad’s fish–I don’t remember what it wasOne of Leigh’s many catfish, which we cleaned and tried to eat, but they tasted like the bottom of the channel in which they were caught. Pity.My cousin, Jonathan. We give his family a lot of grief for disliking the outdoors, but here’s proof that he had fun anyway.A catfish of my ownA trip to the Toledo ZooMore fishingI caught a nice bassWildlifeLook at that packed Honda. That’s a commercial-worthy photo there.
