Bread bowl clam chowder at Woodies Cafe— Leonard L̶a̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ Lightning (for awhile) (@leonardlacking) May 28, 2018
Kite flying
Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk
Cherry-picking through trees of shadow & sun
My niece & nephews: The Three Musketeers
My brother, my sisters, the laughs
Gimme more music
Those fine, wide, and winding views of Cali out the car window
Monday, May 28, 2018
This Past Saturday/Sunday Time with Family
Friday, May 25, 2018
Friday, May 18, 2018
Saturday, May 12, 2018
Friday, May 4, 2018
Thursday, May 3, 2018
Calls After a Fall
A tree once mighty before my time died a few months ago.
And yet the bird calls have multiplied beyond the legion of branches that fell; their jubilant pit-pat-patter of songs zooming, blooming, conquering passed where their foremother's feet had settled back in '70-something. These modern voices care not of the ex-steadiness of that many-armed monolith. Gone! From the gathering hush of a many-wintered withering to simply no more, oh birds how they celebrate, they sing, they live!
And yet the bird calls have multiplied beyond the legion of branches that fell; their jubilant pit-pat-patter of songs zooming, blooming, conquering passed where their foremother's feet had settled back in '70-something. These modern voices care not of the ex-steadiness of that many-armed monolith. Gone! From the gathering hush of a many-wintered withering to simply no more, oh birds how they celebrate, they sing, they live!
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