Went fishing. Welcome home. Glad to be back to what’s normal.
The open road, dawn’s light on the highway. Something peaceful about that.
Wasn’t the first boat on the lake, but early on, got that requisite fish.
While not that big, certainly had a lot of fight and was a good time. Beautiful day on the lake. Then, motoring out of a little cove, there was this scene. I got series of pictures, but only one seemed to capture the complete effect in a single image.
Missed Number One:
Texas can’t always claim biggest.
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I like your lake pictures and your fisherman/fish pictures, but the sunrise on the open road speaks to my heart. As I sit here behind my desk, when I’d rather be on the road again.
I like your lake pictures and your fisherman/fish pictures, but the sunrise on the open road speaks to my heart. As I sit here behind my desk, when I’d rather be on the road again.
Ah, c’mon, the grandma under the umbrella/parisal?
That has to be the best. Never mind the fish.