We loaded up and left home, Smokey and the new trolling motor on top of Whitey.
We came across a neighbor walking home from her swather, stuck in a rut. Jim ran her home while I waited, camera in hand.
I found a soft purple thistle bloom to shoot.
Right behind me a pair of moths rested .
Jim picked me back up and we drove on, passing by this fine old log shack.
After our arrival at the lake, we made camp and had supper in the setting sun.
We drank tea and admired the last rays of daylight softly shining on foxtail fronds.
Silvery light played off the water.
What a beautiful evening!