With coolness and early dark – we are seeing evening owls.
Chill, silvered, shimmering of roiling black, moving stream, chaotic beyond all constraint. Light reflects there, on the surface flowing quick-silver, cold fire. Leaves, branches wrench in the wind with the sound of tearing paper. Anticipate! Wait for it! Sharp the sound – a breaking bell of corvid-speak, falls, blue, like crystal; then breeze-stirred chimes sound in […]
Some say the number of flags on Blue Grama grass can tell us how severe will be the approaching Winter.
We couldn’t resist taking a snapshot of the street sign near our bed and breakfast in Sante Fe, NM. There’s no question that the irony of the sign should have occurred to the sign makers, but what’s even more ironic and hilarious is that the referenced intersection bounds one corner of the local Presbyterian church.humor, photography