as i was walking around the yard...
trying to spot the owls...
i began to notice all the patterns, shapes...and designs...scattered around.
things i see every day...but for some reason...
that day i wanted to touch everything. feel.
BUT, as i was pondering this...shadows were being cast on the ground...
all around me.
i looked up. vultures. circling...again!
they must be waiting to see if any of the bones i brought home,
had meat left on them.
nope. not usually.
here's my outside bone table...
where the bones remain while nature works on 'em.
OK...so the vultures flew off...in their circular pattern...
searching someplace else...
and i started thinking again about all the yard textures!
It is a great art to saunter.
~Henry David Thoreau
so i went to get my camera...
colorful, veiny oak leaf hydrangea
(ok, so veiny isn't a word. full of veins.)
soft. fluffy. feathers.
hard. rusted. metal.
sutures. bone. deer skull.
bumpy. sea urchin.
grainy. ant hill.
holy. leaf. well, i wasn't praying to this leaf...so, actually it's a holey leaf.
(although i guess you could say all things in nature are sacred...)
strong. tough. cement.
soft. hairy. squirrel tail.
(wondering how i took such a close-up of this little critter's tail?
i stumbled across a dead one in the front yard.
now how many times have you actually seen a dead squirrel
that was anywhere except in the road?
the only thing we can figure is that it got hit by a car...
ran into our yard...and that's where it took its last breath.
it's a wonder that it hadn't been carried off by the hawks or owls!
we buried it.)
hard. headed. (just kidding sam!)
downlike. sam's balding crown.
ok...so this is where sam's head hair went...to his face!
cushy. wiry-ish. (i love making up my own words!)
shadowy. fleeting. me.
Be kind to your shadow.
and one more for the road.
we DID spot the owls.
they have about 5 different trees they've taken a liking to.
so if they're in the yard...
we can usually see them perching on one of their favorite branches.
that's it for now. stay cool. be safe. wander.
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
~Tom Brown, Jr.