So sweet.
Butterfly and thistle bokeh
…I am working my way through a new photography book on exposure…
Dogs in the sand (from the archives)
Karl and his friend Bella, a 1/2 Karelian-1/2 Yellow Lab – April 2003 on Flathead Lake while the lake was at its pre-runoff low. We got to the sand from Somers. The dogs ran in the sand, seemingly just for the joy of running.
It was one of those idyllic mornings – still, beautiful, serene.
Almost back to Spring
Yesterday morning started out about 35 and drippy with a lot of snow still on the ground. But the sun came out, the temperature rose to nearly 60 and by 8:30 at night, the snow was finally gone!
The midday walk was a lot different yesterday than the day before.
Night before last, Karl, Bob and I were on the front porch when I heard what I thought was a gunshot. Karl barked instead of heading for the house. Gunshots send Karl for his closet hidey-hole. There were 2 more “shots”/cracks… Today I found 3 broken trees from the direction of the sound.
This tree fell and/or broke at the root.
This poor tree just broke…you can see the part that stayed in the ground to the right – it is about 5 feet high.
This is the very sad part of a June snow storm. I’m sure my damage was minimal compared to parts of town that have oak and other old deciduous trees. I lost the coleus that I planted in the tree root, but the alysum and lobelia seem to be ok.
The brief Winter wonderland is almost back to Spring.
June Snow
First, the lake – Flathead Lake…the view as I approach Bigfork Village and the north end of the lake – about 5 miles from my home – I love coming around the curve and over the hill and having this view of the lake appear. It is always different – different colors of the water, the clouds, the trees, the mountains…yesterday noon, with the clear air, rain and snow approaching, the sun on the water showed all the colors of the shallows, the sand bars and the deep…
On the road home, but towards the valley floor and the Bitteroot Range on the other side of the valley.
The road home towards my house – snowing up top – June 6.
Arriving home, I called to Karl for a quick walk before getting back to work – and to see what the new snow on the mountains looked like
We heard the rumble of thunder and the sky to the west (above) was dark. Karl laid back his ears and headed for home at a trot.
June storm and June snow in the mountains.