Near; a late daylily . . .
Far; some luminous evening clouds . . .
I just noticed; do you suppose Zorro is up there somewhere? It lasted a long time, for a cloud.
On a less pleasant note, tomorrow is the Fourth of July. We pretty much hold our breath until it’s over. There are so many idiots out there. We’ve been lucky the last couple of years, but there was the year some yahoos sat up on the overpass and shot Roman candles into the horse pens . . . and this year there’s so much dry grass around.
Wish us luck.