This could be March, were it not for the late, slow-rising sun. The powerline right-of-way is a band of yellow light through the dark woods.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
This could be March, were it not for...
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produces a deep image :-)
You see things just the way I do……It is as tho Spring is near and/or here…..the air, the squirrels…I look forward to your blog.
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balanced on power lines. keeping still.
watching the water below. perhaps it is safe.
a band of sunlight plays on the surface. a shadow.
but the cat is slow to rise today.
http://crankymango.blogspot.com/2012/01/reconnaissance.html