I am finally finished with the last pictures from the summer trip to the cabin. This seems fitting since the summer is coming to a close now. The trails near Meyer’s Creek are a favorite of our family at this point. There’s variety of trees in the area that mingle in a unique wayand tiny butterflies are varied too and they enjoy the flowers as much as I do. Further beyond this point there has been bear sign that makes me nervous but it’s a temptation to go further at times. Wild flowers…common or not are always amazing to meand once I see something through my lens that grabs me I want to keep walking down the road. I love the golden grain that pull of the color so well. My target practice is strictly for none living things. I wouldn’t consider shooting birds…especially not critters like this Cedar Waxwing. Flower shops make bouquets but nature does it better. I heard these flowers can kill cattlebut they’re beautiful to see. Who doesn’t love Brown Eyed Suzannes? Occasionally the rain clouds shroud the mountainsand I feel like I’m standing in the set for “The Lord of the Rings”. The flowers don’t mind the moisture one bit. Sun, rain or snow matters little to the fences that ever stand vigilant no matter the season. Evergreens also have a timelessness that I appreciate. Even the weathered fallen pinecones retain a beauty all their own. Our time grew to a close…soon we were to leave. The carpets of butterflies drinking from puddles couldn’t care less. To nature it was just another sunsetbut for me it had a melancholy sadness mingled with the hope of a return in the future .