I am the grillmaster. Historically, isn’t that the way it works? Somehow the guy becomes king when cooking moves outside.
I fired up the grill tonight, threw some chops over the fire and… well, when you grill that’s it for a while. It was break time, so I stood still and listened.
The woods near my house are alive with birds. This is their season. Most aren’t seen, but I know they’re different based on their songs.
I ran inside and got my camera. The best shots are often unplanned.