Backyard rainbow, the view to the north above, and to the south below:
More spectacular in person, and moving around the trees.
Words from Cold Mountain XVII By Han-Shan Translated by A.S. Kline Sitting alone by folded rocks, Mist swirling even at noon, Here, inside my…
A Grain Of Sand By Robert William Service If starry space no limit knows And sun succeeds to sun, There is no reason to suppose Our earth the…
Memorial Day was the last day of the Northwest Folklife Festival, so after breakfast we drove into downtown Seattle, parking around the corner from…