Wednesday November 29, 2017

Dave Bonta November 29, 2017

The hiss of the wind. Oak leaves scud above the treetops in one direction while juncos and sparrows move through the weeds in the other.

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November 18, 2017
Cold rain thickens into a downpour. A Cooper's hawk lands in the top of a tall locust and sits preening and shaking, as if taking a shower. …
November 18, 2016
The hollow echoes with the roar of traffic. Odd how the sun can rise through the trees in total silence, turning a heavy frost into mist. …
November 18, 2015
Cold and gray. Two doves sit motionless in a tall locust. A pileated woodpecker skulks through the woods, silent save for its wingbeats. …
November 18, 2014
Yesterday the wet ground glowed in subtle, late-autumn colors; now it's blank white. Frost on the storm door—a map drawn with knives. …
November 18, 2013
Shreds of clouds disintegrate as they drift toward the east. Sun on wind-tossed mountain laurel leaves—the whole hillside shimmers. …
November 18, 2012
A heavy frost whitens tree branches fifteen feet off the ground. It's so quiet, I can hear people talking a quarter mile away. …
November 18, 2011
Just two degrees below freezing, yet somehow things are sharper, crisper, the crow's wings like blades against the blue, its shout a shot. …
November 18, 2010
Somewhere above the clouds, a military jet heads north: a gray sound on a gray day. In the newly bare lilac, yellow wires of bindweed. …
November 18, 2009
A red-bellied woodpecker's head going up and down at the top of a tall locust, squeaking like a red marker on the whiteboard sky. …
November 18, 2008
A three-point buck emerges from the woods, hooves crunching through the icy seep, the sky pink behind him and ahead, the blood-red hill. …
November 18, 2007
Puffs of white smoke where squirrels forage in snow-covered birches. One squirrel falls twenty feet to the ground and lands with a soft FLUMP. …

The Morning Porch/Patio

The view from my front porch (in Pennsylvania) or back patio (in London) every morning, in 140 or fewer characters

Wednesday November 29, 2017