Getting ready for the first big flight of the day. I love how they groom themselves and each other.
Remember this, the parched expanse of Bluffs Park last fall?
Now it's this:
It's a one-way love affair with the hawk, who tolerates ignores me...
...until I get too close.
No matter how much it rains, the sides of this tree remain dry.
With all the wind and clouds and sudden storms, rainbows and thunder and moments of sun, it felt more like a Caribbean island here yesterday than our typical California binary of rain or shine.
Ohio state edition:
If you were at the pier today, you pretty much had it all to yourself.
You're hearing wind and surf and PCH.
Meant to wake in time for the pre-storm sunrise but caught just the tail end of it from the front yard.
The bridge up ahead and the bend in the road and the sound and scent of the creek, the breeze and new leaves and -- well, you get the idea. You walk and you walk and you keep on walking.
The nasturtiums are going crazy in all this rain, leaves as big as dinner plates.
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