Just got back from the lake. Met these two and about ninety of their friends.

They have zero fear. The above isn’t zoomed in, I just walked up to them and took a pic. They didn’t give one or even two shits.

They aren’t running away from me. Thunder ended our meet and greet a bit early.

Then these things started falling out of the sky.

Then all that was light turned to darkness

and the sky opened up with it’s full fury.

Then the chairs blew off the porch.

Then the grill cover blew into the woods.

Then the propane heater fell over. Glass broke.

Cursing ensued. That is between me and the mountain.

“It happens.”

“What? Shit?”

“Sometimes.”

More paint. I need to get more paint.

Until next time.

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