I called this a June bug when I was young. Perhaps this one was from June as well.

I don't know.

Not as many of these plants here in where I grew up. It's beautiful to see.

Sending hugs

I'm with you, fren. 👥

Wheels within wheels..

America.

Oh, to be free.

🫂

You can see this is a wet place. A lake.

Pond...

Pretty warm here though...

Every day something new.

I mean... If you try to imagine a world without them...

Time to turn around.

Time to start the back half.

Time is always fleeting.

There is beauty of the twilight.

This is the dimming of the day.

We go as we go...

And time is past.

With future fast.

But all is now, she sings...

Home again, home again, jiggity jog...

And now to make a feast...

... of three billion and one beasts.

And then the road ends and the story is over...

maybe...

just for now.

Thank you for walk ing with me.