Went for a walk today at Dad's, trying to be very quiet so the deer wouldn't hear me. I'm almost sure I heard gunshots but dad says it's only bow season...
The dead tree, the path marker.
Don't the power lines have a certain charm to them now that they never had when we were young? What is that about?
Astorino's!
the house from up on the sheep hill
Monday, October 12, 2009
Joan's garden, "Chorion."
Joan's 'mola' quilt.
A friend of Joan's garden.
One of the many oranges in Joan's backyard.
Hylocereus flower makes dragon fruit.
Collection of naturalist illustrations at The Huntington.
first snowfall, brooklyn.
