Friday was one of those quintessential summer days in New Hampshire… low humidity, temperature in the mid-70’s and sunny. Thus, we packed a lunch and headed to Pitcher Mountain in Stoddard. The plan was for Joan to pick blueberries and me to photograph.
Things worked out well. Joan got about three quarts and I got these:
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How come we didn’t see the blueberries that Joan picked? I’m sure you enjoyed eating them, er no?
What is it about these damsel/dragonflies, they seem to find you no matter wherever you go?
Comment by Just Joe — 14 August 2011 @ 9:17 AM