Surounded by trees, we don’t get spectacular sunrises and sunsets. We just don’t get much of a horizon. But we do have a tiny vista, looking down our road to the hills just on the other side of the Missouri River. It’s so quiet we can hear approaching vehicles — few and far between if you don’t count neighbors — from far down the hill.

When the sun does shine through the trees in the late afternoon, we get some flattering light. My friend John says this was taken using the Old Man filter. I am much happier than I look. Ditto for Riley.

When Riley shows up with a turtle in her mouth, I have to coax it away from her with a biscuit. I set the turtle on the ground somewhere outside of the invisible fence that surrounds our yard. I wonder what this must be like for the turtle and does it ever find its way back to friends and family.