A crisp blue day and all spent outdoors, without camera. Tomorrow I hope to remember.
There is a pair of great horned owls outside: one near the bedroom window in the juniper, the other down the road, and they are volleying a throaty sonnet. The windows are closed for the frost tonight.
The Mexican Freetail bats are still here. On a walk beneath Congress Ave. bridge, the colony distracted me from the sunset with their electric chirping. On my way home, a lacy parade of bats veiled the blue twilight, hungry.
Chas and I are snuggled in bed and I just finished his blue soaker shorts. They are precious but it will be too cold tomorrow to model them outdoors. Perhaps he can model them indoors…..
A camera could have captured what you describe. Somehow you manage to take it all it, translate and convey the sound, feeling, mood of the day—and how you blended into the activities leaving it there for someone else to enjoy. Yet I doubt that there is anyone else who would see it with an artist eye as you do. Maybe there is someone else, but I haven’t met that person. It is a challenge for me comprehend that no matter how delicately you travelled through those events, that particular view, that exact exchange or pattern of flight will never again be witnessed. It was unique to that moment. You deserve to be the one who shared in it.
Thank you for who you are and for loving my grandchildren with such dedication.
Thank you, Linda!