Sunrise yesterday morning.
Moon and Palms
Woodstork and Blackbird
He flew over from across the street.
I talked to him the whole time.
He began walking toward me.
. . until finally, he was right there with me.
Close up of the face. He turned and looked across the street. .
his mate had come in . . so he flew back.
Orchids not in bloom yet.
Gorgeous shade tree in another community.
Be a VOICE not an ECHO.