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Waiting for a breath of fresh air

We've been going through a batch of smokey skies that hide the mountains, making the sun look like a rosy orange ball in the sky. Some days it's so dark it feels like dusk at midday.

Goats weed blossoms in the sun.


But it does give everything a warm end of summer look. 

Goats weed in the sun.

Waiting for a breath of fresh air 


While there's a golden peachy toned light evenly bathing everything in its glow... all that smoke has us waiting for a breath of fresh air, and a good solid breeze to blow it away.



I know it's not popular to wish away the summer heat...but I'm doing it...and hoping that when the heat goes away, so does the constant threat of wildfires. 

 I can't help myself, I'm longing for days spent on the mountains, breathing in deep lungfuls of fresh air. ...

 What about you? 

 Jen @ Rural 




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Anonymous said…
These are beautiful photos!!
August 24, 2018 at 8:27 AM
Unknown said…
Beautiful photos!!
August 24, 2018 at 8:29 AM
RURAL said…
Thanks so much Stephanie, I so appreciate your visit and comments. Your work is always beautiful, and such a joy to see.

Jen @ Rural
August 25, 2018 at 7:28 AM
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