None in July... (it looked a lot like June)
Standing in NH, peeking into VT.
Peering through a window to the train-tracks bridge. From his house, Kingston can hear the horn of the train when it passes by. At night, on those rare nights when I have the pleasure of putting him to bed, we pretend the conductor is waving his greeting and bidding him sweet dreams; that beyond his backyard and the wide farm and the river, the conductor is pulling that horn-cord with Kingston in mind. It makes him smile.
From the inside...
Peering through a window in the other direction. This is the Connecticut River, by the way.
That's it for now. Images from June, August, September and October.
I'll post some more later; winter shots when the trees are bare and the river is iced-over!