A red-eyed vireo beside the porch with his back to the cold wind, neck feathers buffeted into a crest, singing in the weak sunlight.
May 2009
May 16, 2009
May 15, 2009
May 14, 2009
May 13, 2009
May 12, 2009
May 11, 2009
May 10, 2009
Backlit by the morning sun: new leaves, the wings of a vulture, my mother’s t-shirts flapping like irreverent prayer flags on the line.
May 9, 2009
May 8, 2009
May 7, 2009
May 6, 2009
May 5, 2009
May 4, 2009
Every morning the green is a little more intense as May turns slowly into Will. Just audible over the rain, some distant motor’s steady hum.