I took my camera, yesterday, on the way to drop off a couple more things at the gallery.
The sun was shining on everything.
Across the lake.
We've lost so many trees to emerald ash borer.
More dead ash trees.
Our considerable stock of wood for the studio stove for the last couple of winters has been ash trees cleared out from neighboring properties.
Another stop, another maple.
Pictures don't do this oak all its due.
My favorite over arching. I've presented it in all seasons.
From the other side. The cable company has no idea how I despise that cable, especially knowing no one watches TV any more.
From the underside. There were twice as many leaves yesterday; however, the weather was half as lovely.
When I dropped off my two things at the gallery, Diane, the owner was there.
"Let me help you, what do you need?" she said.
"Just a couple of hangers. I can get them." (From my tub of empty hangers in the bin in the back room.)
"No, here, I got them. Look, two right on top, not put away from the last that was sold."
I may like the looks of my check at month's end.