Sitting At My Stream Chillin

Gina was comfortably silent. Perhaps she's tired.

Listening to the silence of the forest was relaxing. 

My Father always told me the world was much prettier sounding when my Mom kept her mouth shut. I think I finally know what he meant.

I scooped some water.

I could see tiny little fish in the stream. They were too small to photograph.

Ooh! Look at the cardinal that landed.