This is the season of travellers. A couple hundred showed up yesterday, as the last of the sun burst in under the clouds, with its deep orange rays come in horizontally from the horizon …
Waxwings Resting on Their Way
Taking turns feeding on juniper berries.
I was reminded that the life of this place is anchored far away, and comes and goes like the tides.
Two views of a tree: one flying off, one remaining still.
And all that from going in a wobbly circle around the sun. This, too, is part of the story of cosmological physics. Cool!