For the past six months, I’ve taken a picture on the last day of each month of the bridge and river on my way home from a walk or run.
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| Sunny January but the trees that aren't conifers are bare |
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| February things began to sprout |
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| March and the mountains start to look green |
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| April going out like a lion with rain |
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| In May the river was lined with flowers |
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This is a sad June picture, overcast and the water severely down,
but some rain is predicted this week |
This last picture is the view from the bridge, back toward where I usually shoot the picture. The road isn't really visible, but you can see the cemetery that borders the road.
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| On July 2, I was walking across the bridge and caught this fisherman in action. |
I won't get to take pictures on the last day of the month for the next few months. We're headed back to the States to spend some time with Mom and Dad. Dad is freshly out of the hospital and we have no reason not to go help out, except that we may miss some parties, and even I'm not that selfish.
Hopefully, we'll get to enjoy the summer fêtes in France next year.
This year though, we'll get to enjoy August in Florida.
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