Not the greatest moonshot ever.
It does tell me that autumn is on the way.
So. Time to enjoy the outdoors.
Never mind that it’s 94°
Eleven years ago, I really wanted a balcony where I could sit and read.
If I had gotten a balcony, I would be paying lots more rent.
Whatever happens is what I planned, and it is all for the good.
Keeping with telephone bird photography.
Mourning doves don’t seem to be any smarter than they have to be.
However, there are lots of them.
All over.
Note to self: You are too old to jog up hills.
Even small hills.
I am no smarter than I have to be.