There's a detour on the main river road, so finding my way home after a trip to town offers up choices, and since one of my tires is compromised...

So we drop out of the sky & spring into life...

The day was cloudy & cool: a respite from recent sweat shop conditions not necessarily normal for late September, but not unheard of…

What is left of summer? ...

Life is full of chaos....

If you could pick any place besides your usual, to have a beer, and sit in chairs & watch the moon rise, it would be this...

The love of flowering, in all its phases, is a miracle I feel honored to behold...

Many a summer cookout has been caught mid-swing this August, in dollops of rain...

One more sunny day predicted before the upward swing of a hurricane along the coast moves in...

He took me to his river spot, just before the Festival of Fools…

Ode to my crew…

Turning the sharp, steep left onto Hidden Ridge Rd., a deja vu began to creep its way into my consciousness & I won't recount all the gory details here, but I had been there before, either in a dream or as another me…

“I like symmetry,” she said…

The text came in, with a ping …

I admit, I’m a bit exhausted …

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We decided to work on the 4th, taking in the holiday spirit with several goals in mind…

During the recent hot spell, I stayed home scrubbing mildew from my wood shed walls, then painting, carefully, layers of mildew resistant acrylic onto them…

There's a lot going on with flowers right now, but other things too. My heart…

The field was on fire…

He drove into the birch grove, sharing with us a piece of history, while maneuvering hummocks & fallen logs…