When there is nothing to photograph I can always fall back on the garden. The fruits of spring labor.
I was beginning to wonder where all of the bird seed was going…..
My entire year’s worth of photos could be documenting the skies, the atmosphere always changes and amazes me.
The ride back home…long summer nights…cicadas on the wing.
On to Duluth, where the youngest man in our family is about to begin a wild ride in college.
Next time you need a good Chardonnay.. try this.