This is the same spot without the marigolds. I like the clouds in the sky and the shadow of the hill behind us on the ground. I caught the sun shining directly on the farmhouse.
One morning in late fall I crossed the road from our farmhouse to take a picture of these marigolds. The frost had just melted on them. I liked how they looked in the crisp morning air.
One little, two little,
Three little pebbles.
Four little, five little,
Six little pebbles.
Seven little, eight little,
Nine little pebbles,
Ten pebbles rolling in the stream.
Lying on the beach.
Hiding underground.
Warming in the sun.
I like how this peninsula juts out into the water. These lakes used to be gravel quarries. It would have been fun to see the dump trucks hauling the gravel out.