




Mornin’!





Mornin’!



The latest love.



With love from the birds.

Bark, bark!




My blue jay knocks at the back door and later leads us on a neighborhood walk to a blue jay rock and pretty mushrooms. Thanks, buddy.













*Not* uncertain: Sweatah weathah.










Thursday, October 22, before New England snow, I filled my eyes with sky, and carry it with me into tomorrow.








