Some days don't need words.
I've been enjoying playing with depth of field and colors and flowers.
Depth of field is what Apple calls portrait mode for its new phones.
I feel lucky to live in a colorful world in winter.
I never noticed this notation before in the asphalt at the end of Government Road in Little Hamaca. That this was a Hawk Missile Site during the Cuban Crisis is well known and that it was called Bravo Battery also. But here were the words, still preserved:
I cracked a smile when I saw this trailing behind Rusty in a neighborhood.
To do this to a tree would never occur to me.
Fuzzy palms? I don't think I was hallucinating.
I guess some people like snow and winter sports.
I'm not one of them.
Rusty loves thick grass. He sat, rolled and lay there sniffing for a while.
He grazed for a bit and then sniffed the air like a connoisseur until he was ready to move on.
I look at pictures of drab winters Up North and am glad not to live that reality.
