Because of car troubles, I haven't been going to the lake the past few days. My walks have been here on the property. But there's still plenty to see. Out quite early in order to beat the heat, I was rewarded with this gorgeous sight:
And then at the Swamp Rabbit Trail, I just happened to spot these old railroad ties under the trail bed. I knew it was a former railroad bed, but here's the proof:
Now let's fast forward to a brief evening walk, just before the mosquitos began attacking, and when I looked up, I saw this (you must look up once in a while):
And going back inside, on the elevator, I realized no day is complete without a weaving observation. Well, sort of. This padding was installed because someone moved out today. But to me it looks like a giant reverse twill. If I don't look too closely.
In the reading department, I just finished Russell Banks's Continental Drift. Oil burner repairman from New Hampshire meets Haitian migrant in a horrendous encounter in the Florida Keys. Wonderful book.
And I have just begun Dickens's Great Expectations, which somehow I'd never gotten around to reading before. I'm loving it.