A storm damaged tree limb, looking almost like an alien creature, adds its own texture to a scene along the Brandywine Creek.

Sunlight filters through the tree cover on a cooler and less humid morning.

Sunflowers stand well over 6 feet outside the Barn Shops on Route 1 in Chadds Ford Township.

A scene along the Red Clay Trail in Kennett Square evokes thoughts of runaway kids or, what used to be called, hobos.

Imagine a shadow on a partially opened door, the shadow of a person in colonial garb. Or maybe there’s an imaginary echo of a peg-legged pirate tapping along the stairway carrying a barrel of grain for a long journey home. Or maybe it's gunpowder.

Barrels stand ready to be weighed at the Newlin Grist Mill in Concord Township. Nathaniel Newlin built the mill in 1704. It remained in use as a grist mill until 1941. It will be the site of a traditional papermaking demonstration on Saturday, Aug. 12.

Wet rocks glisten in the sun as if studded with precious metals and jewels.

A butterfly takes a break from fluttering by.

Peace and quiet on a lazy afternoon.

As was said in the hippie days of yore, “It’s so tubular man.”