Tuesday August 25, 2015

Clear and cool. Falling walnut leaves spin through the deep shadows at the edge of the woods. Above the crickets, a distant motorcycle.


  1. I love this – “If it weren’t for cicadas, how would we know what the sun sounds like?” Living in the north country, it’s not a sound I often hear (or a sight if often see).

    I appreciate your consistently grounded, honest, and beautiful images.

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