Thursday, October 04, 2012

misty mountain hop

I had a strong call of the wild this morning and heeded it . . .

A flower whose name I've forgotten . . . but it's not a
Forget-Me-Not.

A quiet misty lake from the dam.

Swimming done for the season at the beach.

A colorful dam flowing over.

Looking into the woods.

Foggy reflections.

Heading back home.

Uphill.

The beauty of things left behind.

1 comment:

Ashling said...

Feeling a little woods envy, cooped up in my tiny, windowless office when I'd rather be wandering fog-kissed woods. Thank you for the brief respite!