February 27, 2009 by Dave Bonta A downpour. Just above the ridge, a sudden flash followed by a teeth-rattling rumble, the outline of an inverted tree fading on my retina. Share on social media Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads
November 13, 2007 by Dave Bonta Rain drumming on the roof. A single bar of white-throated sparrow song, and then the factory whistle dividing the dawn from the day. Share on social media Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads