This is where red-tailed hawk lives, in the cloud and the wind and the rain. It is not our place.
This is where red-tailed hawk lives, in the cloud and the wind and the rain. It is not our place.
It depends on how poplar you want to be. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Blur yourself. This turns you into wind. You can re-materialize later.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the concert hall. Note that the violin is strung, and that the player has taken an unusual position. Stéphane Grapelli wouldn’t have done it like this, but then he […]
I’ve seen this many times. The local red-tailed hawk rests on this dead sapling. One of the local robins rests nearby. The hawk takes off when I approach. So does the robin. […]
I was walking the other day, as I like to do (it’s a way of thinking and breathing at the same time), when I felt myself walking into something and, you know, I […]
Gulls came by … … and made a defensive ball… …once they’d met the locals (OK, he plunged straight through them) … … and scattered towards the west … … while the […]
Ah, the wild cherry trees that sprout up like weeds on the edge of the crop lands. Here’s a red-tailed hawk showing what those things are for. Red Tailed Hawk in His […]
How thin is the world … Apple Orchard Under the May Sky In the 236,513,210,000,000,0000,000,000,000 metres from one side of the universe to the other, these apple trees take up 2 metres of […]