Dollar Stroll Night

Scattered. So scattered.
Paragraphs? Possibly phrases.
Come back, mind, come back.

This morning’s realization:

Sonnet 29:

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;

Bob Seger, Roll me away

Stood alone on a mountain top
Starin’ out at the Great Divide
I could go east, I could go west
It was all up to me to decide
Just then I saw a young hawk flyin’
And my soul began to rise
And pretty soon
My heart was singin’

Tired.

Hard rain, big droplets,
Carving, cutting, eroding.
Water is water.

Find the Red Fox!

Can you take photos in urban areas that make you believe in you are in the wild?

Felt like CV. He would have found a better angle.

The dog was impatient. This photo deserved a better angle as well.

Haiku:
Lately have you felt
irrepressible laughter?
Ask yourself why not.

Woodlands and Clark Park