In no particular order, because summers are like that....

Sometimes one just needs to get into one's favorite red dress and get far, far away from one's younger sister.
In this case, across the bridge in the backyard to the quiet always greener grass on the far side.

Then, after quite a bit of time alone, it's really nice when daddy and said younger sister find their way over the bridge for some creekside play.


 Annual trek down to Lowell for a little Small Town America Summertime. 

 By which we mean: abandoned trains and quaint parades...

 ...and snocones the size of our heads. 
 And, a parting artsy shot. More soon on this past weekend (Teaser below)....

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