I didn't take nearly as many photographs this year as in years past. Mostly because Hilary is at least as good a photographer and has a better camera. So I ceded a lot of that business to her. (You can see many of the delightful results at her blog.)
I did take a few though. Here's some of the ones I liked. (You can click on each photo to see them enlarged. Then hit your back button to return to the post.)
Benny waits on the dock for me to come play with those long fishing sticks again.
Nearly the same perspective on a different day. Son #1, sitting in the back of one of the boats, tries to keep sight of his float against the gathering gloom.
Back at home, the field and trees look freshly washed after a passing summer storm.
Autumn has settled in. The proud gold of still-robust leaves is dwindling into a resigned brown. But the sumacs' splashes of red defy winter's onset.
Ben checks on my whereabouts as we walk along a leaf-strewn path.
Bushes, weeds and trees gather golden light from the setting sun.
A peek inside the south cedar grove during that magical twilight time.
The field's tallest tree is lit from below by the sun's fading fire.