Or not so much. That right there looks pretty peaceful to me.
Now THAT is pretty wild. In the summer, our road starts to disappear into a great green abyss.
I always thought damsel flies were real pretty.
That refreshing, cool creek water splashing stinky water onto the dirty rocks below.
A wild mess of beauty.
All that young corn just startin' to pop up, the lazy clouds drifting overhead, the scraggly sweet gums on the edge pf the fields, and the moldy hay bails all make for a wildly wonderful atmosphere. If only that maroon shirted thing hadn't walked into the camera's line of vision....
Happy Independence Day!
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