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Dark clouds part in the west, flooding...

Dave Bonta — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 14:16:24 +0000

Dark clouds part in the west, flooding the yard at sunrise with sunset light. A log furred with white fungi glows in the snow-free woods.

Dave Bonta — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 13:26:27 +0000

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.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 13:41:44 +0000

If I hold my head perfectly still, I can watch the sun move through the winter woods, climbing from limb to limb toward the untrammeled sky.

Dave Bonta — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 15:06:46 +0000

Cloudless at sunrise, and the yard a-glitter with frost. It’s dead silent, save for the stream’s gurgle and a raven croaking high overhead.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 14:20:48 +0000

Snow like a coating of mildew on fallen leaves. Sunrise turns the western ridge blood-red, punctuated by the yellow ribs of dead trees.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 19 Dec 2011 13:52:56 +0000

Cold with a heavy inversion layer. While traffic roars over the ridge to the west, the sun clears the eastern ridge, a silent howl of light.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 13:20:11 +0000

Cold at sunrise. A squirrel gathers clumps of dry leaves from the last oak to still have them and stuffs them into the top of a hollow snag.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 28 Nov 2011 13:03:23 +0000

The clouds part just above the horizon, where a weak sun glimmers like a bonfire among the skeletal trees. Distant shots ring out.

Dave Bonta — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 15:19:06 +0000

Traffic through the gap is loud this All Saints Day morning. Sunrise reddens the western ridge, and a thin mist rises from the snow.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 12:00:22 +0000

Sunrise, and the sky is clear. From behind the red ridge, two train whistles blow at the same time in different keys. A car door slams.