Walking down to the river while waiting for friends to join me at the art center. It is hard sometimes to get together on a Sunday.
H-mm makes me think about fishing
I have been hunting Meadowlarks for a few weeks. It is hard to get close and so I shoot every time I see one, loving their light song cascading across the prairie.
The scene below the spillway is fairly loud, it is amazing trying to figure where all this water comes from. This is the Des Moines River, one I have navigated all the way to the Mississippi River from it's beginning.
A friend is keeping her six cats inside because this rabbit has found an area next to her out buildings. I laughed and said I hope some of her plants survive since they can have a terrific appetite. She laughed and said we all have to survive.
Mmmmmmm, rabbit in a dill sauce perhaps.
Not me, I never go outside
My friend I call Aunt Gladys is 86 and still active. We are not related but tease each other about being distant relatives. We met at a Mensa group and have been friends for a long time. I take her all over and listen to her cat lady tales. She would like to start a shelter for cats and always rescuing some lost souls. Friends say when she is crabby all I need to do is visit and she stays happy for a long time. She proofs for me and often types final copy.
This is 25 foot long
Alberto Giacometti was the draw to visit today
The artist is Anna Gaskell, I shot this for Magic Crow Love