I travel the back roads most of the time when taking Eli to speech therapy. The drive alone is not anything to look at but I am always on the lookout for a moment to capture. The tiny farm that sits on the edge of the Blanco River has harvested and baled their hay this past week. I couldn't help to think how hot those guys got-today's high is 102 degrees F and this has been a mild summer compared to it's previous years. Sheesh. It is so hot the horses remain under the shade of the trees seeking a cooler comfort. Maybe come fall they will find it. Come Fall.