
Photo: Nancy’s nephew Andrew.
Beautiful poison. The moon is clothed in smoke from a distant wildfire.
Here are recent photos in no particular order. They cover Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and Pennsylvania, where we attended my brother-in-law’s funeral.
I start off below with an ambitious dog on the rail trail. His owner told me firmly, “He’s not taking that one home.” Then I have a photo of the nearby mural depicting our town in the 19th century.
A couple of painted rock offerings come next. (Someone is a fan of the New York City mayoral candidate who won his primary.)
Staghorn sumac, thistle shadows, a blooming August yard, swamp rose mallow, New Shoreham’s Old Harbor, the Assabet River, a swallowtail butterfly holding still for photographer Sandra M Kelly, Casey Farm, Morning glories or bindweed (not sure which), the shop where I got my 100-year-old quilt repaired, the 30th Street Amtrak station in Philadelphia, and gulls on a fishing vessel in Galilee.



















