The rain-soaked forest glistens in the sun, bejeweled. The air is full of traffic noise and gnats with shining wings.
Plummer’s Hollow
March 26, 2009
March 25, 2009
A harsh cooing from the pine tree closest to the porch, like a hawk crossed with a dove. Two crows fly in, scold for a minute, and fly off.
March 24, 2009
March 23, 2009
March 22, 2009
March 21, 2009
March 20, 2009
March 19, 2009
March 18, 2009
Bluebird, white-throated sparrow, a starling’s liquid note, and high overhead, a killdeer: the sky must be blue above the fog.
March 17, 2009
In the dim light of a misty morning, rain-slick surfaces glow: green lichens, purple raspberry canes, the yellow blades of foxtail millet.
March 16, 2009
March 15, 2009
March 14, 2009
Thin clouds at mid-morning. Four nuthatches in the treetops are all raising the same argument, the sun a yellow limit point in their midst.