Every. Single. Day.
When I finally sought medical help, the doc told me what I already knew: static migraine. In other words: your head is going to hurt like hell until it doesn't and you're going to wish you'd never been born until you don't. It took over a month to find the source of the problem.
July 3rd was the first day my brain didn't feel like it was being hammered on by the squirrels that live in my skull.
A day worth celebrating.
So I shot it.
|Butt-ugly Green Frog|
|Blue Corporal Dragonfly (rare in this area)|
|Another Blue Corporal Dragonfly|
|Pair of White-tailed Deer (buck with newly sprouted antlers that aren't visible because he's looking away)|
|Full Buck Moon rising ~ oddly distorted until it rose above heat waves or smog hanging low over the ocean|
|Lobster boat motoring under the Full Thunder Moon (the name I prefer)|
|You knew all those lighted shots were fireworks, right?|
UPDATE: Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd it's back. See you when the jackhammers stop.