A red-eyed vireo beside the porch with his back to the cold wind, neck feathers buffeted into a crest, singing in the weak sunlight.
5/16/2009
5/15/2009
5/14/2009
5/13/2009
5/12/2009
5/11/2009
5/10/2009
Backlit by the morning sun: new leaves, the wings of a vulture, my mother’s t-shirts flapping like irreverent prayer flags on the line.
5/9/2009
5/8/2009
5/7/2009
5/6/2009
5/5/2009
5/4/2009
Every morning the green is a little more intense as May turns slowly into Will. Just audible over the rain, some distant motor’s steady hum.