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Waiting for a breath of fresh air

We've been going through a batch of smokey skies that hide the mountains, making the sun look like a rosy orange ball in the sky. Some days it's so dark it feels like dusk at midday.



Goats weed blossoms in the sun.




But it does give everything a warm end of summer look. 



Goats weed in the sun.



Waiting for a breath of fresh air 


While there's a golden peachy toned light evenly bathing everything in its glow... all that smoke has us waiting for a breath of fresh air, and a good solid breeze to blow it away.





I know it's not popular to wish away the summer heat...but I'm doing it...and hoping that when the heat goes away, so does the constant threat of wildfires. 

I can't help myself, I'm longing for days spent on the mountains, breathing in deep lungfuls of fresh air. ...

What about you? 

Jen @ Rural 




Comments

Stephanie said…
These are beautiful photos!!
RURAL magazine said…
Thanks so much Stephanie, I so appreciate your visit and comments. Your work is always beautiful, and such a joy to see.

Jen @ Rural

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