The weekend was a pretty good one with Ma Nature hitting the Summer Button and treating us to temps in the low 70s and brilliant sunshine all weekend—Twas loved.

Saturday was spent balls deep in watching the Champions League final. A final that was killed 6 minutes in when Arsenal scored, and went into full-on “park the bus” mode. Thankfully, PSG hung in there, tied it 1-1, and eventually won on penalties. I saw one meme describe the game as like watching an award-winning concert vocalist (PSG) start to give a concert, only to be punched in the throat by someone (Arsenal). Only Arsenal can make “the beautiful game” like watching a dog turd dry in the heat. Oh well, at least they lost!

With no football on Sunday, I headed down to the Forest Hills Natural Area about 20 minutes south of town. I’ve always had good luck there, photo creepin’ for critters, and since I haven’t been there yet this season, I thought it was a good time to check it out.

I got a few shots that I liked, but missed more than I care to talk about. I also got a crap photo of a fawn that looked like it couldn’t be more than a day or two old!

The photo was completely unintentional, as I was looking in the opposite direction, attempting to get a photo of some birds, and when I was done, I turned around and saw the fawn right in the middle of the grassy path to my left. I didn’t see Mom around anywhere, and just when I thought the fawn was too small and weak to even stand up fully, it took off into the woods with its tail up and looked happy and healthy! Good luck, little one!

After three days off from lumbering and one crap bike ride under my expanding belt line, I was eager to be back in the woods on Monday, on the trail at 6:45, and feeling spanky.

I didn’t see much to photograph, but the lumber was a nice one, and the six miles felt great. It was a sweet way to start off the week.

Later.