Another shot of my uncle’s ’56 Chevy in that warm, late evening sunlight.
Through the Peephole
Swim At Your Own Risk
Missing Window
Dragonfly in Dry Grass
“Don’t walk through that tall grass,” my Uncle warned. “It’s full of chiggers.” I decided to go anyway; there were some lovely wildflowers I wanted to shoot and I’ve survived worse than a few chigger bites. Two weeks later my ankles finally stopped itching. The wildflower shots were okay but this dragonfly made the itching worth it. If I didn’t know better I would sweat it’s actually smiling.