Who's Your Daddy?

It's Fathers Day, and I spent some of the morning back at the German Bridge area at the headwaters of Dewey Lake.  I don't think a single vehicle went by the whole time I was roaming the banks.  The only sound was a steady stream of songs and calls from water fowl and other birds.  It was 60 degrees and filled with quiet and beauty.  Except for the trash left by idiots, it was great.

Here Comes the Sun

Smoke on the Water

Snare

Sun Spot

Fish Sticks

Lost Bobber

Pond

Flowers in the Middle of Nowhere

Arches