Baby daughter/granddaughter/sister will be here in a few weeks…so there was this thing called a “shower” today that I was called to having the only camera in the entire party, other than those a smart phone….
The FS joined the party late – thanks a whole lot ‘Beeba’!
One of many cool bridges that span the creeks, ravines, and rivers in the mountains of northern Arkansas…this one near Cotter is appropriately called the “Cotter Bridge” and was built in 1930. The bridge spans the White River. It has National Register of Historic Places as well as National Historic Civil Engineering Landmark designations. It begs the “they don’t make like they used to” statement to said aloud. I wouldn’t mind owning the home on the ridge that has this view out the back door….
This handsome (it was really a ‘pretty”) Bald Eagle perched perfectly for the shot as he/she overlooked the White River…on the Fourth of July!
As if on cue for the camera, the straight-on look most fish (and some amateur fishermen) in the White River fear…thanks to my Dad, and my brother TR, and our guide David Capps (The Fisherman’s Lodge) for patiently allowing me a few minutes to interrupt our fishing for something I am much better doing than just fishing….
The Royal Scotties are vigilant in standing guard over the front yard, scaring all the wild critters (squirrels, raccoons, armadillos, possums, robins, June bugs, geckos, and the occasion stray dog and neighbor’s wandering cat) away with nothing more than a high-pitched, ear piercing bark..and those oh-so-perky ears.