Floating, shifting shapes,appearing and disappearing. Sometimes the life of a cloud seems just right.
We had not seen a Green Tailed Towhee all summer so it was quite a pleasure to see one of these secretive birds in the distance a week or two ago.
Where they came from and where they are going is an age old question.
Older than I and far much wiser this old spruce hunkers down for another evening.
Sometimes words add little.
While we have skated by this fall with warmer and drier weather something about this morning brought a certain feeling that our luck is about to run out.