Where the grasses blow

If there must be wind, let there also be long grasses that make play of it.


Tuesday, October 4, 2011

He said I had to drop everything, get my Mother, then drive to Brighton. He's usually right. [ smiling ]
 Believe me, the colors were more amazing than what I've given you.
Silver Lake is home to a resident moose. We saw her make an attempt to come into the lake but she balked when she saw the people who wanted to take her picture.
It wont be long until snow blankets this beautiful little setting. No matter the season, Brighton is a beautiful little secret of ours.
Next time he wants me to get up and go --- I'll jump at the chance.
The three of us at Silver Lake.

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