Overcast at dawn. A great-horned owl calls in the distance. A train horn at the Plummer Hollow crossing blows a major-key chord with a passing resemblance to the old Windows start-up music.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Overcast at dawn. A great-horned owl calls in the distance. A train horn at the Plummer Hollow crossing blows a major-key chord with a passing resemblance to the old Windows start-up music.
You’re still here! So I am, although instead of letting my blog end, I added a second for photography. Somehow you disappeared from my list of people to follow, but you’re back in my notification list, with pleasure.
Hi Linda. Yeah, it’s harder to stop blogging than one might suppose. I still feed this one and Via Negativa daily, with more occasional contributions to the photo/haiku blog. There’s almost an urgency to blogging these days, with the sense that AI swarms might take over and wreck the web at any time.