Scott, in Oregon asked us to take pictures within 50 (or was it 100?) feet of where we sleep, and since i never need much excuse to weild my camera, i did.
This is what i woke up to outside:
Ice on the table:
Summer shoes, all sandy from the beach. There's a snail hidden in one of them, can you see it?
What on earth is this? Pretty colors though:Drying my wings in the morning breeze:
Frost on the Lamb's Ear:
Oarlocks, not Warlocks:
Why can i not go out too? Oh, i can:
The pump house is almost disappeared:
I can't resist fall leaves:
Big leaf maple leaves, lining the path: