I was having a big time out in the yard photographing the glassy branches when a big oak limb in my neighbor’s yard snapped and fell to the ground, bringing a power line (or cable line? not sure) to the ground with it. I thought for a split second she’d coming running outside and see me there at midnight and suspect I’d done something to bring the branch down, but then I realized…
It’s been raining for days straight now. On the first night of storms, two of my favorite potted plants were blown off onto the balcony, sending clay and foliage everywhere. I keep finding storm casualties everywhere. [Project 365]
I had a moment to myself in the wee hours of Monday morning, when I went outside and sat in the driveway of my parents’ place and listened to the rising symphony of insects and night birds as they called to each other from the shadows. I grew up in the country but I never quite got used to the country dark. Country dark is dark. Impenetrable and vast. It was weird at first but…
It is nearly late July and I have my apartment windows open because the weather is the nicest it could possibly be. Like, it’s so nice that I’m having a hard time trusting it. So nice that it has to have ulterior motives. So nice that I’m pretty sure it’s scamming me one way or the other. So nice that I’m afraid I will come home and it will have left town with all my…
Just cant get my poor self together, I’m weary all of the time So weary all of the time “Stormy Weather” — written by Harold Arlen and Ted Koehler (I am partial to the Etta James version) [Project 365]
I feel sorry for all days that were not today, because today was great. [Project 365]
The little green explosions, they’re happening. The other day I looked up and realized that the giant tree behind my apartment suddenly had little lime-colored buds on it. They hadn’t been there the night before. I got a little giddy, I confess. I am in love with spring in a way that I will never be in love with another human. [Project 365]
I got out of the office tonight for dinner at just the right time. The sun was setting and the sky was heavy with blue. People were out and about, letting the warm air hit their skin. I love this time of year right at the birth of spring, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get tired of saying it. [Project 365]
It snowed Saturday and I reverted, as I always do when it snows, to a hyperactive eight-year-old. Which means snowalking in the park at midnight after work. As always, shenanigans were involved: Full Flickr set here.
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