Helicopter.. .. he was moving fast. .bit of a blur.
Clouds . . . . too many.
Three ducks on the bank across the street.
Dreary reflections. . so many clouds.
Brown Ibis just flew in.
Gackle on the fence. . . no other birds around.
Many different clouds and all dark and dreary.
Three layers of clouds.
Beautiful green tree. . . some communities
do NOT cut down their trees.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. ~ Marcel Proust