
Moments after I got out to the band and snapped this golden pic of half-hidden Bia, the sun vanished behind clouds, just above the horizon.
Today starts fourth rifle season, and while after the chaos of last season, it can’t be worse, already drivers are up and down once again. So many weeks of peace and quiet don’t prepare us, ever, for the misery of driving seasons. It’ll soon all be (mostly) over.








