Tuesday September 15, 2020

Weak sun. The bright blue of New York asters almost lost among the goldenrod. It takes me a moment to place a distant bird call: chicken.


  1. Welcome back…I’ve been missing your morning posts!

  2. We missed you! Hope you are well.

  3. Thanks. I guess I’m back? I tried to quit, but obviously have completely back-slid.

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