Lily loves to roll in the sand
Daisy still was trusting the ice until later in the week when she wouldn't listen and went through on the edge of some that had thawed.
Huge oaks line the hilltop, evidence that area had been grazed.
These two were hard to get close to. They are just tiny dots in the next shot. There is a mature and immature eagle together.
Walking in the Valley of the Giants. Huge Cottonwoods four to five foot in diameter lined this river bank, survivors of many spring floods. Some Native American tribes felt your soul went into these trees so they were revered. I always wonder if this is where I might end up when I marvel at these majestic giants.
Reaching for the clouds, but so delicately touching fingertips.
This wetland had a family of foxes in the spring staying here, but it was too soggy to get back to observe them. One would almost need hip waders so as not to sink to deep. It was fun to hear their tiny voices as they played.