
Some days it’s hidden yet ever present.
While other days you can see the wind blow.

Some days it’s hidden yet ever present.
While other days you can see the wind blow.

Clouds above a cliff all reflecting in a river. A good morning indeed.
We recently have seen a couple of these small guys buzzing about in the shrubs where we like to take an afternoon walk. Not a bird we have the pleasure of seeing very often so their presence this spring has been a treat.

When the sun shines it’s warm when the wind blows its cold.
Do two half’s make a whole or just a spring day?

An early morning conversation with the Stellar’s Jay. Yes I ‘m looking at you looking at me.

When spring comes slowly.
Creeping with gusts of wind.
The slight green returned.

As the sun rose meadowlarks sang.
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