(my favorite -- I was about to turn and go when the birds crossed the creek)
Most of these photos were taken in a few minutes, on a walk I made to the end of our street -- an end that comes to its very end in the water. It was sunset, and I never tire of Smith Creek sunsets, as you see. I hear our winter will be cold and snowy, and the pecan trees and berries here seem to be helping the squirrels prepare. The fellow above hugging the base of the mast made us scratch our heads; that boat belongs to our friend Dick, and we wondered who this strange man was, on Dick's boat. Then we looked up the mast and discovered Dick himself, doing a little work on the top of his mast, on a windy day. It made me nervous to watch him, but this is what sailors do. 'Tis the time of year for little green tree frogs. They leap into your house at any open door, if you're not careful. Beau, however, has no interest in trees, nor their bounty, nor sunsets, nor anything else up in the air. He's a dog with all four paws planted firmly on the ground.