Where the birds call home

Space. We all need it.

Dreams before dreaming

Looking into a dream before actually dreaming. Sunday evening nocturne.

Clouds above the marsh made for a scenic afternoon.

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.

Bluebird sky and sleeves rolled up.

Although the snow is still piled high a day like this leaves no doubt spring is on its way.

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.

A quiet morning.

Without fanfare.

Staying close to home.