Every branch and twig is white with rime, and overhead, a latticework of contrails. Three crows skim the treetops on their way to a mobbing.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: contrails
Against the sky criss-crossed by contrails...
Against the sky criss-crossed by contrails, the sudden whiskers of a squirrel peering over the roof’s edge, fixing me in a bug-eyed stare.
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Thickening contrails stripe the sky...
Thickening contrails stripe the sky. Two ravens fly side-by-side over the house, trading hoarse commentary. The blur of hoarfrost.
Also tagged hoarfrost, jet, raven
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The return of the cold has saved the...
The return of the cold has saved the last, handkerchief-sized patches of snow. In the east, a silent jet trails the smallest of wakes.
Also tagged cold, jet, snow
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Feathery contrails outline a wedge...
Feathery contrails outline a wedge of blue. On a high branch, three mourning doves sit facing the sunrise. The middle one preens its wings.
Also tagged mourning doves, sunrise
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By midmorning, all the white crosses...
By midmorning, all the white crosses left by jets have disappeared into another cloudless sky. A soft bang as a junco side-swipes a window.
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Almost Cartesian, this grid of clouds...
Almost Cartesian, this grid of clouds: contrails at varying stages of decay. From up in the woods, wingbeats of some large bird.
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To the northeast, seven parallel contrails...
To the northeast, seven parallel contrails spread and merge. An eighth appears through the treetops across the yard, and I have to sneeze.
Blue sky carved up by the ley lines...
Blue sky carved up by the ley lines of industrial man. Who else leaves such arrow-strait trails for mile after mile? Only Coyote.
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