Adventure

 On Thursday I decided to walk around my neighborhood with my cameras, film and digital, and tripod in tow.  Despite the fact that I was carrying all that, I walked over two miles.  And I was wearing my cowboy boots.  The leaves everywhere were so beautiful, I love the warm colors all over the place.

 When I was walking I saw these awesome mushrooms, and my inner meadow dweller deemed it necessary that I take a picture.  When I stepped close the crack in the tree spit out at least ten bees at me.  They started circling me, investigating my curious presence, so I snapped a picture and left.  It was the most adrenaline-ridden moment of my walk.

 

And as the finale - a picture that sorta kinda maybe hints toward my next set.  It makes me think of cold summers and yellow tents, hot chocolate and picnic tables.

Apple Hill

Up the mountain,
where the sky is free
to entertain cotton-candy clouds
all day.
I want to stay.

 On Saturday Photo Club had a meet-up at Apple Hill.  Only three photo club kids showed up, one brought friends, so we ended up splitting into two groups and going around Apple Hill that-a-way. 

 Pony rides! 

 I fed an alpaca that was by this little dude.

 Tractors are the best.

 When we were driving around looking at all the pretty trees I made Mom stop so I could get out and take pictures.