Late this morning, our youngest-but-already-fifteen son Andrew and I went on a one-hour hike. Just here on our home place.
If you follow me on Twitter, then you already read this:
| Sitting in sun on tree root by tiny babbling waterfall in little creek in back 40. Peaceful! |
I posted that to Twitter from my cellphone at 10:52 this morning. (For a practically-fifty-year-old, that’s pretty amazing stuff even yet!)
Anyway, this is where I was when I Twittered that:
Sitting there in the warm sunshine listening to the babbling waterfall was therapeutic, relaxing, and conducive to thinking thoughts.
Then I looked to my right and my thoughts became less meditative and more contemplative. “If he becomes territorial and aggressive, how long will this little creek delay him?”
After eyeballing me a couple of times, he ignored me in favor of keeping his attention focused on the grass.
So I turned my attention upward:
Then zoomed in on the left-most branches:
A very nice place to be. Oh, hey, I just remembered I have an aerial shot:
The tree I sat under is in the tree line to the right of the five-sided field at the right edge of the photo. 🙂