Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Blackbird, orange socks and telling.

1. Blackbird not willing to leave his place on the fence as I pass. I look him right in the yellow-rimmed eye.

2. Small boy runs down a quiet street. Luminous orange socks.

3. No more secrets.
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Steady rain, canon and heat.

1. We wake to the sound of steady rain after a few hot, dry days. 2. I tumble down a bit of a rabbit hole after a social media discussion of...