Mallards quacked and warblers warbled. A good day all in all.
Up and over
The wind blows
The clouds move
I stand still
Looking south from Capulin Volcano National Monument, NM.
Miles, Coltrane, Evans…..or as Louie Armstrong once said…man if you gotta ask you don’t know.
While walking down the trail we felt a little tap on our shoulder. When a tree wants you to sit and have a little conversation it’s time to listen.
Late March Skies where a faint song of spring is in the sky yet winter sings along.
You never know what will be over the horizon. Snow, rain or a cloudless bluebird sky.
Snow in the mountain yet the geese fly north.
Yes, Spring is indeed in the air.
Not exactly the soft cozy type on which to lay your head but soft and inviting nonetheless.
Round and round from one full moon to another.
Time is a peculiar thing.
Up the creek and no paddle needed.