Instead, I took up my trusty point and shoot (the only camera I own) and got things like this.
I lay on the ground for this one and after taking a couple of shots, rolled onto my back and looked up at the trees from below. A green canopy filtered the light from the rising sun.
How nice it would be to just stay there enjoying the cool breezes.
Then a neighbor drove by and stared at me.
Getting up from that position required some serious negotiation with my knees.
I am reminded of the noises my mother makes upon standing.
These guys are waiting to be pressed into service. Lots of trees and all that.
I don't really share their enthusiasm.
Of course cats would enter into this. I can't believe it took six days before this happened.
I realize looking at these photos that living in a split level means lots of stairs. I should be less curvy as a result which means only one thing. I'm going to have to lay off the salads.
Randal gives me a wee bit of vertigo and then redeems himself with a tender gesture.
Geoffrey explores point of view with some leaping results.
Summer gives us grief. And it's brilliant and beautiful and heartbreaking.