[ The edge of the lake; the shore is made up of small rocks. The water is in motion, each wrinkle on the surface highlighted in the sunlight. ]
The sound of the wavelets running up onto the pebbled beach was SO relaxing. I love the sound of water & I haven’t been able to spend near as much time as I’d like where I can hear it. I’ll be going down to the lake as long as the weather allows. Continue reading small beauties
[ The lakeshore: a narrow channel of water with muddy banks. Behind that is a low hill crowned with pines. ]
It was a bit chilly to want to be under trees, so instead I took the boys down to the lake for the afternoon.
Tom … was not really comfortable with that much water. Continue reading woods day, or rather, lake day
I’m getting into the habit of it at least. I’ve been out three Tuesdays in a row. That’s more than none. Continue reading into the woods, or, why don’t I do this every week?
I heard a distinctive *clunk* — the sound of the door propped against the tinker’s wagon shifting — & thought ‘the hell, it isn’t windy & I braced that thing REALLY well’. It turns out the answer was ‘cows’. Continue reading spoilers: it was cows
Further images from the Bicounty Fair, because I have apparently forgotten how to take pictures. Continue reading good piggies
This is my favourite goat.
This is why.
Continue reading more county fair
I was driving around one of the random dirt roads that lead through nobody’s land between the road & the lake, as you do, & across the scrub I saw familiar faces! Continue reading moar cows
But I mean. HORSES. I didn’t think y’all would mind. Continue reading again with the horses