Clouds between the Palms yesterday.
Reflection of the front bushes against the porch wall.
Plane this morning between the palms.
Second Plane. . .
third plane. . .
Lone cloud in the north this morning.
Moon high in the sky this morning. . . bird flying under it.
Moon and Palm.
Moon and Palm closeup.
Squirrel coming for breakfast.
Squirrel shy and runs up the tree.
Squirrel came down for Pistachio breakfast.
Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands. (Linda Hogan b. 1947 Native American Writer)