They're ba-aaack. The balloon people. This time four hot air balloons dropped into the neighborhood around dinnertime last night. One bounced down below the two-story roofline across the street and then popped back up. I'm not sure what their obsession is with our little piece of suburbia, but it wasn't exactly a great day for a balloon ride. It was a dreary cloudy evening with temps in the 50's. Maybe they get a charge out of watching me run for my camera?
Across the street.
Above our house.
Riding off into the sunset.
1 comment:
Those are so pretty! Our old house had a big open field a couple of blocks North of it and they would take off from there and fly over the house. So cool! I used to sit out in the hot tub on chilly Saturday mornings drinking coffee and watching them fly overhead.
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