My Uncle Neill took Emily and me out on his fishing boat Friday afternoon. As you see below, he caught a little fish (and threw him back), but he claims he could have nabbed a bigger one if I hadn't had my camera out... oops! But hey, it's better than I could have done I'm sure.
My dad loves taking pictures of dead trees. It's kind of a running joke in our family, but I must say, he's taken shots of some pretty impressive silhouettes. This is a tribute to his influence.
Yesterday evening, a few of us went on a little walk. I think this is probably my favorite thing to see on the typical walking route. It always makes me chuckle a little bit in my head.
The picture below was taken from my Aunt Nancy and Uncle Paul's lake house after the crazy storm last night (which I most definitely slept through). The sky is still a little ominous, but it cleared up into a beautiful, cool summery day.
Tomorrow is Sunday!