January 12, 2013 was unusually warm. I remember freezing my fingers off in 2010 while on car rider duty.
Today Clay offered to ride with me and Truett to Rum Island.
That meant the world to me, Clay.
Getting your father out in nature . . . in fresh air. But, let's do overlook his recliner hair.
I was hoping to photograph birds, but I didn't see any. So I photographed reflections in the water.
Only reflections in the water.
Thanks, Clay for all you do for me.
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