The wind is busy dismantling its favorite instrument. I can now see clear to the ridgetop through the thinning trees—the sky beyond.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
The wind is busy dismantling its favorite instrument. I can now see clear to the ridgetop through the thinning trees—the sky beyond.
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I can now see the brushpile loved by the skulkers…juncos, sparrows and the remaining towhee.
Ah, the bigger picture emerges.
Love that plucking to destruction.
I’m just here for the images, don’t mind me!