wet leaves.

giving

i have kept an on-going photographic journal of the shrine down the street

 for the little boy who drowned. 

the sun at our shoulders

birthdays

reds and wines.

lost and found.

sprouting.

squash and sunflowers have taken over the garbage bin.

one morning.

i have started cataloging my dreams. by color.

there is a lot of green. a lot of blue. a splattering of purple.

these flower petals had fallen into a spiderweb. 

clover, water, feet.

wandered through the birch groves. 

pausing 

to take photographs of

clover, water, feet. 

the shape of the sun's shadows. 

how i end up back on a bus too fast, always.

shrine

shrine

dans la vitre

went for quiche and chicory coffee this morning in Gold Hill. 

it feels so good to be up there. 

the mountain air kisses your cheeks. 

the sun, your forehead.