The boy and I went walking around the lake behind our house yesterday morning. It was at about 6am and it was devoid of any other people. Good times.
(He couldn't figure out why I kept getting him to pose, but he did a good job for this shot.)
(Is it strange that I find prickly weeds beautiful?)
(Steve says that he often sees herons, muskrat and other birds/animals, but all we saw were ducks yesterday. Quack.)
(This is my favourite shot.)
(Again, weeds = beautiful. I'm weird.)
(And more weeds. The colours yesterday were spectacular.)
This summer is treating us well.
