The golden glow of the sunrise
Reflects on a new day.
I look over the marsh
And marvel at the way,
How the beauty surrounds me
And all the creatures at play.
It is time to fish some more. A favorite to catch is bass, I placed my knife close to show it's size today. I would rather be fishing is my motto every morning. I have my van packed and plan on heading back out for a few days camping again.
A giant catfish swims back to the depths.
The tiny bird is an American Goldfinch, it's call reminds me of my grandmothers canary who introduced us to Italian words we were asked not to repeat. It will soon molt into winter colors , a sure sign the fall season is coming our way. This is also the state bird here in Iowa, so I get a lot at my feeders throughout the seasons. You can see the plumes of Goldenrod ready to turn the prairie a bright yellow, along with the tall bluestem grasses.
Pale Indigo seed pods
The dog days of summer are still around. Lily followed along looking for shade as the temperature was well above my body temperature.Sometimes the only shade was my shadow so I had to watch stepping on her after pausing to take a picture. We headed for a dip at a nearby lake, and a picnic to shrug off the heat. Her newest word she responds to is potato chip, which along with the word cookie will have her sitting up until satisfied with a treat.