Shastas at sunset

This photo was a labor of love after an afternoon cutting back prickly rosebushes and the dreaded bamboo. Scratched, black fly bitten legs carried me somehow up the graveyard hill at sunset to take this image. I actually managed to lie on my stomach in the grass to take it and then got up, a feat, believe me. 

For the Record,
This day came in warm and sunny. Lobster roll # 8 for lunch, delicious.

All hands dumbfounded that 45 is sure he can escape every charge with a pardon even thought Russian story is 'fake'.