The portal to hell shrouded in the mist... |
Here comes the sun... |
The prairie continues to be lush and green |
Still so much water, welcome after the long drought |
The supreme beings... |
Wally's graceful neck |
Song sparrow |
One of many big ol' fat spiders, their webs bejeweled with tiny beads of mist. All of them were surely dead by that afternoon when the county mowed the ditches |