Lightning flickers on the horizon at dawn. The dull glow of the crescent moon’s darkened bulk reminds me that the earth also shines. | Continue reading
Dawn comes with an inversion layer, traffic noise half-smothering the scattered notes of thrushes fresh from their night flights. | Continue reading
A clear dawn sky, with the crescent moon like Orion’s boomerang just missing Castor and Pollux. The widely scattered chirps of migrating birds. | Continue reading
Dawn. The last katydid falls silent. The fourth-quarter moon, curled up like a dried fish, disappears into a cloud. | Continue reading
Thin fog at sunrise. A pileated woodpecker lands on the side of a tall locust tree and gets bum-rushed by a squirrel. | Continue reading
Cold (46F) with thin, high clouds. Black walnuts knocking on the roof. A red-tailed hawk drops in to visit the squirrels. | Continue reading
A high cloud ceiling full of holes. In the meadow, one snakeroot flower nods: hummingbird. | Continue reading
Deep blue sky with last night’s rain still glistening in the understory. In the sun-drenched canopy, four crows sit yelling at a raven. | Continue reading
Fog rising into the treetops. The garden chipmunk keeps me company, sitting on the end of the wall, scratching his belly. | Continue reading
Steady rain of the sort we’ve needed for months. Lily-of-the-valley’s drought-burnt leaves turn slick as tongues. | Continue reading
Harvest moon setting behind the western ridge, followed by a faint moon dog in the wash of cirrus. | Continue reading
Thick fog slowly infused with sunlight. A squirrel drops pieces of black walnut shell into the dew-soaked weeds. | Continue reading
Light rain accompanying a front. As it tapers off, the yard fills with small birds—yellow-rumped and other warblers combing the leaves for breakfast. | Continue reading