Hot day, wide open studio door, dog sleeping on the floor.
You may notice that I skipped ahead to August when I dated this one, maybe the weather got to me
weaving baskets for the harvest of summer
Night lifts her wings to end a long summer day
I live in a place with lots of small farms. On my drive home I passed a couple of fields where they were cutting and baling hay. Thinking about harvest, even after this dry dry summer.
experiencing the beauty of the summer garden
a rather strange summer flower
Not far from where I live is a pond on a mountain, filled with lily pads and enormous bullfrog tadpoles that make ripple rings when they come up to gulp some air.
these hot dry days I’m looking for angels of water