on the last day of June, sights that look like July already:




sunset firework over the West River

I want to go to there:

the Swiss Alps!
via

Sorry I smell like frosting, I just love to bake

run, run, run, run
run, run, run, run
run, run, run, run
run, run, run, run



a haiku to describe what this song is perfect for:

driving down back roads
on a hot mid-summer day
with the music loud

:)

perfect summer song

there is dorkyness involved

just another summer evening, communing with my favorite baby tree :)

While Tim was bush-hogging behind the marsh pond, one baby red-winged blackbird kept flittering right into his path no matter where he turned (a persistent defender of the grasses!) - so Tim asked me to hold onto the little bird to keep it from getting mowed over while he continued. When I let the bird go a few moments later the parents immediately joined him (her?) - phew, I felt relieved that he wasn't shunned. (I have to admit it was a treat to feel his soft feathers and tiny movements, though I imagine he was terrified)

this particular morning felt like floating through Ansel Adams's world:

the Friday night show

Once again my photos fail to capture the magic of this - while we were sitting out back, 2 young fawns emerged from the woods without any mama.. They kept aware of us, but didn't seem to know to fear us and wandered around the back yard, nibbling amid the clover for a good 15+ minutes before meandering back behind trees.

detail of Green Forest by Eyvind Earle (1989)

chocolate chocolate chocolate Aaaaaack

Summer Solstice

West River, heading towards Naples Creek

now & then

YouTube description: Rita and Frank try to take a still photo

to email to friends for Frank's 84th Birthday on their new Mac

(they inadvertently filmed this video instead :)

there are worse ways to waste a beautiful day

"If you don't like something, change it.

If you can't change it, change your attitude.

Don't complain."

Maya Angelou

a date to remember

Kim went through this day's entire 24 hours (and then some!) without drinking one drop of coffee.

This has not happened in hmmm... over 2 1/2 decades...?

a bunny's world

(some day I'll have a better camera for capturing all the details, as this moment deserved)

haze & sparkle in the morning

collage of 4 floral watercolors painted by my mom :)

When you don’t create things, you become defined by your tastes rather than ability.

Your tastes only narrow and exclude people.

So create.

—why

morning discovery

(baby Phoebes)