Recently saw this critter making it’s way across the road.
He pulled in his handsome painted face and claws when I tried to take his portrait, and refused to move from his quite vulnerable position in the roadway.
Thinking it best for all involved, I got back into my vehicle and pulled away slowly watching him cross the road in my rear view mirror.
A beautiful summer sunset over Elk Mountain’s south knob.
Cows turning grass into milk into cows. Comforting process.
Still morning, time of literal reflection,
considering self’s perception,
realizing world’s objects and reflections,
sometimes appear identical.
On the first clear day in several, on the way from car to back door, my glance was drawn through withered pear tree branches.
A familiar motion of far away lazy tail betrayed horses, apparitions, flashing brilliant white, deep in distant swollen green freshening meadow.
Habitually turning toward home, thinking not much of noticing the horses in their pasture, in a very few steps I realize it’s been many many years since horses pastured here.
When travelling over to a friend’s home recently, I saw what I thought to be a goose keeping an eye on it’s neighbors beaver den. Some kind of wild life neighborhood watch, I thought.
After seeing the goose on several different occasions, I realized that Ms. Goose is keeping an eye on her own nest.
At least some of the wet that has been layered over the neighborhood has been drawn up to the sky by the warmth of May sun.
This fellow presided over the side yard recently.
Birds swoop past a birch couple, their white bark echoed by blooming white buds.
This barn remains majestic despite the cant age has presumed upon it. This morning, snow squalls against striving buds. Makes one wonder how many hard springs this barn has endured, how many beings harbored in such conditions.