Thursday June 14, 2018

Dave Bonta June 14, 2018 0

Bright spots in the clouds disappear as quickly as they appear. Fire siren. A magpie rattles at the wind.

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June 24, 2016
The leaves on one branch of the big maple have turned yellow. The shrill cries of the resident crows driving an invader off the mountain.
June 24, 2015
Bright sun and the clearest air in weeks. The familiar woods 50 feet away is a dark wall with here and there a loophole of intense green.
June 24, 2012
A bee-fly's abdomen pulses, as if it were about to sting. I'm reminded of a black snake rattling its tail aggressively against dry leaves.
June 24, 2011
Overcast and cool. A groundhog stops at the bend of the road, rears up like a prairie dog and freezes. Only its dark eyes continue to move.
June 24, 2010
Sunny, hot and windy—an odd combination. The forest murmurs like surf on a hot day at the beach. An orange butterfly zooms past at 60 mph.
June 24, 2009
Another cloudless, cool morning. Two large craneflies joined back-to-back like Dr. Doolittle's pushmi-pullyu float sedately past.
June 24, 2008
54°F. A cranefly clings to my elbow, landing gear spread wide as its clear wings flutter in the breeze, flags for the kingdom of water.

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