
I’m learning to open my eyes, look down and up and around, to find blessings in unexpected places and at unexpected times. I’m learning how much I don’t know, and that’s good. It’s humbling and that’s also good.

I’m learning to open my eyes, look down and up and around, to find blessings in unexpected places and at unexpected times. I’m learning how much I don’t know, and that’s good. It’s humbling and that’s also good.

Human-scaled structures are dwarfed by the immensity of the land and sky.

Rain threatened the other night, we could hear an occasional grumble of thunder. Clouds completely filled the sky – or so I thought. When I craned my neck and looked directly overhead, there was this hole, which closed within a moment or two.
Postscript: The threat turned out to be empty.


Stella, the ever-vigilant one

Faye got on a baking jag recently and this was the result. What we haven’t eaten has been frozen for future enjoyment. I’m so blessed to eat so well.

Overexposed, yes. Yet the colour richness of the green iris leaves, the colour and the angularity of the red planter, and (look closely) the way a scent pulled Stella’s nose pulled to the right all made for a keeper of a photo.

This was last Saturday’s dinner. Salad, smoked chicken wings, creamy potato salad made with smoked potatoes, grilled asparagus – the first of the season! – and a beer. Dessert – courtesy of my girlfriend, who also happens to be my wife – rhubarb custard pie featuring home made crust and our own rhubarb.

Goldfinch(es) at the nyger feeder.