I chanced upon this Northern Cardinal singing yesterday morning. The rain had just stopped, the clouds turned white and the sky showed a little blue. Due to the sun’s position, the tree’s position and the bird’s position, I ended up at an odd angle to photograph him. I was just glad he didn’t fly away.
How’s the weather up there?
We received over five inches of rain in January. That meant lots of clouds.
Cloudy January sunset
Flooding in George Bush Park, Houston, Texas, May 2014
First day of winter. And, as the song goes (California Dreaming by The Mamas and the Papas), the leaves are brown, the sky is grey.
This little oak tree keeps all its leaves up until the last minute. I’ll try to remember to check it each day to see when the “last minute” is.
Brown leaves
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In contrast, this Burr Oak tree has lost most of its leaves. The two photographs were taken yesterday, just a few minutes apart.
Grey skies
Friday Fictioneer challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Sandra Crook
Stolen by the Storm
Lindy knew what the creek bed would look like, under the bridge: rocks, branches, trash. She filled several bags with plastic bottles, broken toys, torn clothing, and any metal objects she could find.
In her shop, she built the trash into treasure, naming each piece “Stolen by the Storm” with the storm’s date. Lindy sold every piece she ever made, wondering if any buyers recognized some of the scrap components as their own. Did they purchase the artwork out of guilt, then, or were they happy to find a piece of their life that the storm had taken from them?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
