Cindy

Fired Forest.

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Mountain Biking West Fork Methow Trail. Okanogan National Forest.

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Liberty Bell & Early Winter Spires
North Cascades Highway

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Side View

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Rolling Hut. Mazama, WA.

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Cattail.

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Crazy Green Algae

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Fishing Heron.

Pure Joy

From the kitchen
I hear their breathing,
Stomps and pounces,
A thud.
With pounding hearts
And sweat lined brows,
Daddy and his son
Rolly poly,
Tumble bumble
Across the floor.
"Pillow Fight!"
More laughter,
In big belly bursts
And shrilly thrilly shrieks.
The two
Boys of my heart
Together
Make a sound
I'll never forget.
A pillow fight,
Pure Joy.

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Water Lily.

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Bumble Bee in Action.

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Pink Catepillars.

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If you're trapped inside on a really hot day, you've no choice but to sleep on most of your feet.

Kelley

The Lightning & Lyle

We saw Lyle Lovett,
My family and I.
He played by the river
Under a storm-threatened sky.
My grandma, 84,
A birthday flower in her hair, too
Rocked out with his Large Band
As the clouds overhead grew.
With a zoom lens on
And his iphone in tune,
My bro posted it to You Tube
As we sat there and wahoo-ed.
Upon careful exam
And serious debate,
We all concluded it's true:
Lyle's hair is a fake!
"It's a hair piece," said Ben,
"No it's an implant," said Sam,
"I think it looks real," I contested
"But more like an old man's."
He rocked and he wailed
In his suit and cowboy boots,
He sang of his pony
And of his Texas roots.
But before he could finish
The sky caved around,
Lightning and thunder
A collage of color and sound.
We ran for cover
The soundboard was struck,
And this concert was over
The band retreated to their truck.
But I'll hold forever precious the lovely
Spark in my grandma's eye,
From this adventure she'll know as
"The Lightning and Lyle."

Cindy

Blue Angels. They've been buzzing my home for four days straight. Makes napping unlikely.

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How to survive a hot day.

Kelley

Lyle's Boat

Born into Texas farming
Hanging tight to his hat,
The late 60's began
And he left the boot mat.

Riding his pony
Hair shocked in those curls,
In search of the ocean
And a boat for his girl.

Signed on with the big wigs
An MCA Records fan,
Began writing songs and
Flaunted "Cowboy Man,"
Won a Grammy,
The top 10
And soon Best Country Album.

Finding his Large Band
Striking Gold with a movie star,
He packed up and shacked up,
But didn't get far.

Now he's back in Texas,
Made news by a bull,
Still playing his guitar
And shocking mop still full.

Lyle will be here tomorrow
And maybe I'll see
If he's atop his pony
In a boat headed for the sea.

Could be.