Hi, kids!
We woke, on the last day of our fall
vacation, along the Missouri.
River bend
reflection.
Soft, shapely
stretch.
Take a bow.
Peace on earth.
Fingers feel.
Serengeti?
Tiny trees wear fall
foliage.
Stripes.
Propagation.
Spider lair.
Prairie pond.
Cormorant antics.
Eye on the sky.
Unified glance.
And then there was
one....
Prairie splendor.
Water cops?
Something about this scene speaks to me.
Maybe it's the repetition, as if the trees are painted on the
lake?
Fort Peck Bliss.
Part two to come!
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Hail to the merry autumn days, When
yellow cornfields shine, For brighter than the costly cup, That holds the
monarch's wine! - The Village Coquettes
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