A simple camera shift – precise timing – a piece of art or just an oops? I have often wondered if Monet was declared a genius when truth to tell, he just needed glasses.
We had wood delivered as we prepare for the winter ahead. For about 5-8 minutes a member of the local Chipmunk Gang sounded off from the top of the stack.
What is he saying? Is he upset or is he telling the rest of the gang more wood arrived (thus more hiding spaces.)
The back yard was slightly eerie, yet intimate this morning. The fog had not yet fully lifted when we took our morning inspection tour–a favorite poem wafted through my mind.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
–Carl Sandburg