Finally able to walk out my door and enjoy the view. No longer row upon row of houses that look the same and green, pristine lawns, but sunrise over the neighbor's farm. At night I can hear P's donkeys and am struck by how much they sound like cavorting sea lions. I came home the other day to find one rolling in the dirt, scratching its back, with its big old donkey teeth smiling.
If you stay around, the light changes. Here the sun is rising and the world is a different place.
A Rudbeckia Rises
These grow along the roadsides with tiny stamens messy with yellow pollen. These flowers always make me happy. They florish in dry, broken ground.
Bike Through Window
In the country, my children are riding their bikes more. They have even taken up archery. I peered at my son's bike through a tiny pane of glass on the front door.
Remnants of a Hornet's Nest
This is stuck on the root cellar ceiling. Bits of the papery walls remain. I love the subtle variation between the texture and color of the ceiling and those of the nest.
Poderosa and Rock
This is right outside my back door. The light striking it changes each hour. I can almost believe light has a sound.