Mt. Adams seems quite convinced that he's a part of the sky rather than the earth:
Most of the neighborhood irrigation lines have been shut off for the last time this year. Ours were on watering third cutting (and the driveway?) till just a few days ago.
The blackbirds flock around recently harvested wheat fields, and the maturing ducks swim peaceful swamp waters. . . .
The cows, however, have moved across the road for their pasture. Tomorrow we're moving them again before they get antsy. Thirty-six cows go through a lot of land in only a few days!
Lastly, I spent this morning taking macro pictures of mist droplets in the orchardgrass/alfalfa field and other miscellaneous subjects.
So, so tiny, but aren't they so pretty?
