New Moon. Seagulls snoozing, seemingly unaware of the gorgeousness above them.
Get It? A genius named this place (I haven't been yet).
Moo? A bison on the mainland eats corn stalks and watches me. He is the only male, amidst several dozen females!
'Tisn't the Season. I like the seasonal melancholy here: a sign promising tasty summer offerings reflected in a muddy pool of chilly-looking water.
Land of Coffee. My amazing double espresso con panna, daintily topped with a coffee bean.
Soft. The ever-changing sky and water looking south from the island.
Winter is Here. Clouds reflected in a gravel parking lot puddle on the reservation.
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