Runs wild in dreams
I noticed the old horse and stopped along the road
He came to the fence when he saw me, breathing whispers in the cold
As he neared, he stumbled in the mud,
Knees buckling, then righting themselves.
Does he dream of roaming free, running through fields,
Lungs full of the scent of wildflowers, splashing through creeks,
Sunrise at his back?
I do.
The Mountain Laurel trees are in bloom. They smell so good, very sweet.
Five bee butts
Monday Up Close
Two tired, roly-poly puppies next an iPhone 4 for size comparison
How the verb “dial” used to be used
My hiking group took a field trip to the Nalle Bunny Run Wildlife Preserve. This reserve was donated to the Hill Country Conservancy by the Nalle family in honor of Anne Byrd Nalle and her love of nature. They give guided tours once a month. Our guide was Michael and he is quite knowledgeable about birds. He listed 33 birds he identified by sight or sound during our walk. My brief claim to fame from the walk is getting this blurry photo of a Belted Kingfisher as it flew nearby, over the Colorado River.
Look! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! Wait, it IS a bird!
First one in my new sketchbook
made from Travertine, 664–525 BCE, Egypt
Sketch 054: Canopic Jar with a jackal-headed lid, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Theodore M. Davis Collection, Bequest of Theodore M. Davis, 1915
