An afternoon at James Sloppy Floyd park provided a good time for me to use a polarizer that originally belonged to a friend’s father. He bought it when he was in Japan many, many years ago while serving as a missionary. It is an awesome little filter.
Here’s Chipley with Pat. He’s really growing up fast, but he’s still pretty much a baby. Where’s Cocoa Joy? She’s probably under the bench looking for a possible stray crumb.
The rain finally caught us as we drove home.
Tiny little flower; tiny little memory.
Ah, yes. Sloppy Floyd. Did you happen to run into a certain park ranger? :-0