I watched them soar over the mountain. Their approach filled with longing. Their bodies skimmed the surface of the glass lake without touching. Voices totally silent now. Then their legs descended and they knew migration’s rest. I sat and pondered the morning’s…..
Maxwell Wildlife Refuge has gone to sleep. Winter has laid a soft quilt upon its sanctuary. The stillness was tangible long before I reached the lake. Oh yes, there is still some activity but the frenzy of migration has quieted. A field and a…..
I pondered what image would dare to capture the emergence of autumn’s equinox. Then I observed the squirrel feverishly eating and gathering the seed I put out this morning. He made me laugh and then I saw his…..
I turned the curve, the old vacant store, one of many, I knew well. This morning something was different. A bench for resting was sitting in front of the long abandoned store. Not only a bench, but a soft colorful quilt like material cushioned the metal hardness. A street of homeless abandoned buildings. Someone…..
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