Deep blue sky with last night’s rain still glistening in the understory. In the sun-drenched canopy, four crows sit yelling at a raven. | Continue reading
Fog rising into the treetops. The garden chipmunk keeps me company, sitting on the end of the wall, scratching his belly. | Continue reading
Steady rain of the sort we’ve needed for months. Lily-of-the-valley’s drought-burnt leaves turn slick as tongues. | Continue reading
Harvest moon setting behind the western ridge, followed by a faint moon dog in the wash of cirrus. | Continue reading
Thick fog slowly infused with sunlight. A squirrel drops pieces of black walnut shell into the dew-soaked weeds. | Continue reading
Light rain accompanying a front. As it tapers off, the yard fills with small birds—yellow-rumped and other warblers combing the leaves for breakfast. | Continue reading