The evenings are getting chilly. You might need a light hooded something to wear outside. Better a light hooded something than a parka…that time is coming soon enough.
The climbing roses rose to new heights this year.
This huge arching branch grew way above the wagon wheel and then bent down with the weight of it’s blooms. That is one of my favorite whirly gigs..a loon and a baby.
The neighborhood has been hauling wood in the evenings. Wood from our woodshed down to my brother’s woodshed. The neighbor kids are making short work of it all. Chance will run along for one load and then he is content to stay with me and rest..and be a model.
Here he is showing off all the wild rose hips.
I had one other model. She said “Wanna take my picture tonight?” I said “Yes as long as you pose for me with your hand on your chin.”
One picture was all I got and she was off and running to catch a ride to the woodpile:)