11/12/2022

Dave Bonta November 12, 2022

A lull in the rains. The transition from a watercolor world to pencil-brown and charcoal-gray is nearly complete.

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11/12/2022

November 13, 2023
22F/-5C at sunrise. Every twig and leaf is lightly frosted. I watch my clouds of breath drift into the yard.
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November 13, 2022
Snowflakes floating down from a patchy sky, where the third-quarter moon appears and disappears. The distant fluting of geese.
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November 13, 2021
Cold and gray. Goldenrod seed heads like white-haired old men nodding and whispering far-fetched conspiracy theories about a coming winter.
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November 13, 2020
Backlit by the rising sun for the first time since early May, when the forest behind it leafed out, the old French lilac looks newly…
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November 13, 2019
Juncos’ soft whistles. A white-throated sparrow’s melancholy song. The joyful shrieks of our neighbors’ four-year-old grandchildren.
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November 13, 2018
Two oak leaves are caught by a birch, one after the other. From somewhere in the clouds, the buzzing rattle of a plane with a…
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November 13, 2017
Raindrops grow farther and farther apart until there are none. Three squirrels screech in counterpoint, a preaching choir of fear.
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November 13, 2016
The only cloud is an unmoving section of contrail that barely melts in the course of an hour, stubborn as a block of ice in…
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November 13, 2015
After a night of high winds, the lilac is more threadbare than ever, and in the crowns of the oaks, only the odd clot of…
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November 13, 2014
Cold, overcast and still. Two song sparrows with markedly different regional accents sing back and forth across the road.

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