A drive along the river, or sat at her side, observing, I note that my breathing deepens, my pulse slows. Whatever noise I’ve dragged with me, quietens. Featured image is a trestle view of the river that runs through our town. Below is the late afternoon sun highlighting a focal point in a snowy field. […]
Our multiple bird feeders provide viewing pleasure for us indoor voyeurs, and they attract a number of predators – also interesting, but perhaps not for the little ones. Apart from the hawks, we have recently spotted a fox wandering through. Haven’t been able to capture a photo yet.
“How long will it snow, VJ?” our Ukrainian roomie asked the other day, while we were driving through a snow squall. “April”, I answered. She thought is was very funny. It’s not April yet. Weekend Sky
It’s week two with pneumonia and I’m wading through the constant wheeze to keep up a semblance of presence. Autumn’s sky never fails to arouse my awareness. Hope you are all keeping well. (Weekend Sky)