Walking into Sunset

There's much to share, old photos to post, life events flying past, and not enough time to say it all here. Adam continues to heal well. Peter has arrived for the summer, crashed his car on the way, is working a lot. Groceries have increased. Julia studies biology and longs to be done. Adam strives to regain independence. I slowly seek to calm myself, slow down, sit in a chair, knit, let my mind wander for a few minutes. In the end of life, I don't think I'll regret that I didn't involve myself in one more activity. I may regret that I didn't enjoy the beauty in life and in my children more.
Last night Julia and I took a stroll down our street toward the water and the sunset.

 I didn't leave home looking for sunset pink, but I found it anyway.

 Julia and I dashed down a sandy lane toward Smith Creek. She sat on the bank.

 How can the reflection be more pink than the original? But it was.

 Reflection makes poles rather long.

 I asked Julia to pose next to this old fishing shack.

 One thing I love about Oriental is that we still have old shacks like this, and old river cabins and homes like it too. They sit two doors down from million dollar homes. The village is in transition that way, and I'm thankful to live here before it slips over fully into a rich, non-fishing, non-relaxed tourist trap. I prefer the real village it is now.

 When we arrived at the Wildlife Ramp, the color persisted.