Golden Glow

It's been a busy and hectic past couple of weeks, much of which I've spent at Frank's place, so I've had little time to even upload photos from my camera, much less select and organize them for blog posts. This past weekend was also our annual street party. I'll have photos of that once I take some time to sort through them and other images. Until then, I'm posting a few photos taken over the past week or two. As is often the case with the pictures that I like, many were taken in late-day sunshine.

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An early evening walk through the cedar grove always provides a plethora of visual treats. This beautiful yellow flower soaked up the last of the sun's rays and took on a glow of its own.



Benny has been busy too these past couple of weeks. He's learned that he can swim. He's hoping that one of us will toss a stick into the creek so that he can go in and fetch it.

So of course, somebody did.



On our way back home from walking, we stopped to sit on a bench for a few minutes. A small flock of ducks flew past us against the backdrop of a golden sky.



As the setting sun lit the sky, it was time head back home.



This is the view from Frank's back deck, when looking down the steps which lead to his patio. Three are some lovely flowers growing in his yard, which his late, estranged wife planted years ago.



Like these.



Glancing to the left, you can see this ivy peeking between the parted slats of the fence.



Some Clematis deadheads created an interesting silhouette against the darkening sky.



Back home at my place, a young Black Crested Night Heron hides amid the branches of a nearby tree.



For several days now, at Frank's place and mine, we've caught sight of one, or a pair of these wonderful birds.



This one is more mature, and was spotted on this concrete structure at the edge of the dam.



This Monarch Butterfly soaks up the last of the sun's rays. The right side of his wing appears to be torn.



When the day is done, we pull up a couple of chairs on the balcony, light a candle and pour a bit of Irish Mist over ice. The perfect ending to a golden week.