It was glorious. I always forget how calming it is to be out on the river, watching wildlife and paddling along with no destination. I bring my little point and shoot camera and take one picture after the other. Some are wobbly as I drift by with no focus, and some come out glorious.
This one is just a river reflection, I was actually trying to take a picture of that little red leave thing.
The hill - which in summer is totally green and in the fall is glorious green, red, orange.
You can't really see the vibrancy of these green leaved bushes, but they are all wild mountain laurel - they'll be gorgeous and in bloom in a few months.
This old sign post caught my eye from across the pond, and as I got closer I noticed the face like coloring. What do you think? It is a sign from somewhere? Joe the Farmer or someone higher up in the world, or other world. ?
When we got home this Tom was pecking up insects in our yard - he ran away and fanned his tail a bit and I didn't want to chase and stress him.
lovely hot summer like Sunday.
NOW the chores....