We were there to watch the band, but the sky stole the show.
summer
Play the angles.
Making waves.
Backyard art.
The dappled light on our smoke bush and willow yesterday morning called for an impromptu excursion into the backyard. I wonder what the neighbours thought of the lady in her housecoat and slippers, shaking a camera at her garden shrubs?
Carried away.
“A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.”
~William Wordsworth
A tree and two bushes.
Blowin’ in the wind.
Hello, summer.
Morning glory.
Summer in September.
Do What You Wish 