Between pouring rain and the weekend’s schedule, I really did not get much of an opportunity to use my camera. Saturday, it was too dark and rainy down in the mountain hollow where I met a few distant relatives for a family reunion. My aunts and uncles are going to next week’s reunion, so I missed seeing my closer relatives (besides my parents and my grandpa). However, I did manage to take a few photos of relatives on Saturday and nature things on Sunday.
And you may notice, that our selection of food this time around was…. monochromatic. Cheese covered food, beans, bread, fried chicken. You’d think we were southern or somethin’. (We are.)
We had a heavy rain earlier this year and for the first time in thirty years, water managed to rearrange some of the creek and wash out the log that holds up the crossing. The water that flows by the crossing mainly flowed down the right side and it has since cleared a path on the left. It actually washed out the rock pile where I would jump to get into the middle of the creek – the same pile that had been there for my whole life.
Sunday morning, early, was really foggy and the different little valleys we drove through had varying amounts. It was a particularly damp and foggy morning that lent itself to ideas for eery stories. The foggy was lifting when I took the photo seen below and it caused interesting lighting effects on the hillsides.
Thank you for stopping by today! I hope you enjoyed this brief post.