Sunday, August 04, 2019

late SUNday

The skies cleared and the sun broke through. As I stepped out onto the high deck for these pictures, I almost caught a whiff of fall, like a ghost who runs out of the room the minute you step in.


Mo Crow said...

such poetic words and pictures

jude said...

the whiff, the sound, the season has shifted.
You make me dream of new larger cloth, waiting till after we move.

Paying attention

For about a month, we’ve been trying to find a home for a fiberglass truck cap that’s been hanging around outside since, oh, 2001, leaning...

Play it again Sam.