Hello, kids!
In my last report, I had the 1942 shot
listed as 61 years. I need more sleep!
Lake shore mussel.
Coyote tracks.
Bug creek bank.
Give a hoot, don't
pollute.
Again?
Boating bliss.
Nothing like having the lake to
yourself!
Life.
Ending day.
Conglomerate.
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| Evening flight. |
BIG moon lake.
Sunrise sky.
Ft Peck Canadians.
Gull gaze.
When I looked at this image, I thought it
looked artificial! But it's not.
You know where you are when you are
here.
I spent some time admiring the tender
blossoms, in various stages of open, in the soft, warm sun of
spring.
Wildflowers are good for the
soul.
I was shocked when I looked at these
trees, each cut off evenly. Apparently the water level had been thus and busy
beavers had pared them all down at exactly the same elevation.
Wild!
It appeared as if a manicurist had been
at work!
Quite a sight!
Coil collection. (A
dock?)
What was this?
Shadow shapes intrigued
me.
Once upon a
set line.
Rock creek.
Stay tuned, more to
come!
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“Excellence is an art won by training and habituation. We do not act
rightly because we have virtue or excellence, but we rather have those because
we have acted rightly. We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an
act but a habit.”–Aristotle
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