A country barn, backgrounded by a low, thick bank of fog.

A country barn, backgrounded by a low, thick bank of fog.


The morning following the sunset in the previous post graced us with a glorious sunrise.
It is good to be alive.

A recent evening was graced by a lovely evening vista.

Evening begins drawing a curtain on the day. As the day ends one considers the days’ experiences and ponder the lessons to be drawn from them, ponder how to apply those lessons.

. . . will soon become winter’s blue and white.

And that’s fine. I am not sad about winters’ approach . . . I have no control over the weather or climate. It’s better, healthier, to accept what will be.
Here is a healthier and more permanent view to appreciate than being glued to a computer or TV screen obsessing over second by second election updates.

An empty country road unrolls in front of me on a warm late summer day.

The view down a county road dissolves into invisibility.

Far across a field of wheat stubble, deer raise their flags to alert one another of a threat.
