Not all lovely fall colors fall from trees. Some fly from trees.
Blue jays will work for peanuts.
The pond at Carleton College. Perhaps a water studies class.
The good folks at Alaska Air always seem to be happy to see me. They may be pretending, but I don’t care.
It’s a new day. Time to climb another mountain and be surprised by what is on the other side.
Part of my daily walk in Haines, Alaska, was downhill, yet it was uplifting.
“Shall we gather at the river?” said I.
“Let’s do that,” said the eagle.
The cafe was out of salmon patties.
This young bald eagle discovers good things come to those who don’t bait, too.