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Sunday, 25 January 2015

Day #110



Bullrushes
In the summer red-winged blackbirds sit atop these bullrushes and sing with their throats full-stretched and their yellow tongues trilling. In the winter the bullrushes keep their own mute counsel.


Day #109



Steaming Compost Piles

Monday, 12 January 2015

Day #97



Naked Tree

Trees feel naked in the winter - exposed and thin-skinned. Their emotions run as tearful as their sap, the sight of one green bud at their feet can make them weep. 


Sunday, 11 January 2015

Day #96



Heron as Comma
The water on the slough today was like glass. The heron appeared as a comma in a statement of trees

Friday, 9 January 2015