3.19.17 Down by the farmers fields

Down by the farmers fields, in the late winter sun

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3.19.17 Kind of all works out sometimes

     Life is a funny thing. 
     This morning I left the driveway, and then stopped my car on the narrow mountain road , making everyone wait while I moved my sweet adolescent possum neighbor off of the road and onto the side, who has evidently been hit by a car in the early morning light.      Later in the day, my husband paused to take a photo of an adolescent eagle, hungry in the late winter, who had caught sight of the dead possum,and began having some sustenance. 
     Kind of all works out sometimes, doesn't it.

3.19.17 Passed in a flash.

My beloved and my very new infant first child. Sigh. 
36 years ago? 
Passed in a flash. 
Reading Karl Marx aloud. 
Didn't take.

3.19.17 As we walk

A little pre-Spring cleaning, as a few old photos surface, as I share them with kids. As we walk out in the warm enough sunshine late winters day, everything coming awake.

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3.19.17 Blue

Bright bright blue and white

 

3.19.17 Elegance

Elegant neighbor, in the awakening late winter.

3.19.17 Easy enough

It was a lovely windless day, down by the farmers fields. 

Cold enough for winter coat, yet sunshine warm enough to go hatless. 

Easy enough in lazy sneakers, the snow hard to still hold you up. 

As geese flew by and hawks circled and the late winter sun blazed through 

the overhead clouds, a glimpse now and then of true blue skies.