Alone with myself, the trees bend to caress me

It was a balmy 35 degrees when George and I ventured out for the afternoon walk today; the first time in several weeks that I’ve gone without wearing a hat.

George surprised me when he barged out of the house carrying one of his small squeaky toys. He ran past me, chewing on his toy, squeaking all the way. He continued to carry this toy throughout the entire walk, placing it along the trail so that I would have to throw it to him. It was a good walk and we stayed outside for longer than usual.

I took all of the photos here with my 50 mm lens.

This was just before sunset tonight.

And this was sunset itself. You can see it happening in the windows of the house. The original house is on the left and was built in 1769. The stone building on the far left was the old springhouse which was turned into part of the kitchen at some point. The right side of the house is the addition that was built in 1810, complete with a widow’s walk at the top. Back then, the trees didn’t block the view of the river, about 8 miles away. You can see it from the roof.

Sometimes he just sits like this when he sees I have the camera. I figure he thinks it’s one of his jobs. He's a dog model.

Don’t you love tree branches against the sky?

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. ~Willa Cather, 1913

Alone with myself

The trees bend to caress me

The shade hugs my heart.

~Candy Polgar

Of all the wonders of nature, a tree in summer is perhaps the most remarkable; with the possible exception of a moose singing "Embraceable You" in spats. ~Woody Allen

(now that WOULD be pretty remarkable).

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .

It’s always a pleasure having you stop by.