|Quack, quack - on the Finley River in Ozark, MO|
|Keep That Doggie Rollin (we hadn't even gone a mile yet and he was ready to quit).|
|Buckeyes on the limb. If I'd realized that's what they were when I stopped to take the pic, I'd have plucked them.|
They're supposed to be good luck.
|Morning glory vines stretching up toward the sky, climbing over a dead weed.|
|View of the hills at the Old Wire Road Conservation Area.|