Crock’s Thoughts

She slips behind the trees in robes of gold, and paints the scattered clouds with amber light; while in the flooded fields her gaze is told, a mirrored glow before she yields to night…

I’ve been trying to get a good sunset picture for a while now, but Mother Nature has not been cooperating.

Well, she finally decided to put on a show!

With all the recent heavy rain, the cornfields here in central Ohio look more like rice paddies. At this point, I half expect to see a fisherman paddling through the rows instead of a farmer driving a tractor. Lol!