This is the Waller holler. My Great Grandmother’s house was situated in the little valley between the 2 roads in the middle of this photo. We traveled to Carthage, Tennessee every summer when I was growing up, and we usually stayed for two glorious weeks.
This damselﬂy was very cooperative. He stayed very still while I got closer and closer, trying to get a good composition with his shadow. Maybe he was resting after a long day of ﬂitting around the river.
This photo is from my trek between Butler Cemetary and Beverly’s house in Lafayette, where I pulled over to check my directions. I can’t ﬁnd this on Google Maps, so if any of you know where this is, please let me know!
Little Mormon Lake was just a moist depression when we passed by, but the high desert was kind of green from summer rains. Barbed wire fence does the job it’s meant to do: keeps the cattle off the roads and wimpy people like me off the land.