For the few of you who are actively following, here are some pictures from my favorite spot by Salt Creek Woods. I’ve been going out regularly, and I have a number of pictures and thoughts that I need to share, but all my time is being eaten by some other commitments. I hope you like the images…it was a cloudy day, with storms in the forecast; I sat in the middle of this field for about an hour waiting to get stormed on – seemed like somethin’ to do. In the end, the deluge didn’t ensue until I was already heading back to the car. ah, the car…always back to the automobile. So, it wasn’t nearly as cool as it could of been, as I had some romantic notion of sitting in the middle of a field and gettin’ whooped on by the wind and rain.
ah well, there’s always spring.
And winter is sure to be interesting.
Sitting still in the middle of the field. One tree South of me making a racket, letting the world know that there’s a breeze blowing. A million leaves flapping in unison. The grasses and flowers are going to seed, covered in dew, sparkling and billowing. What few clouds move quickly along and the sun shines down. Behind me a sudden cascade of dried leaves, birdsong and flight. A cricket, a steady and sustained chirping. The leaves falling herald the breeze, which is seen and heard before you feel it. A small flock of finches dip and veer, chirps and cheeps, whistles and trills. Alight briefly on the branches and then they’re gone. Down low in the grasses and seedstalks. A goose passes overhead, alone, calling out.