The hawk is back today, plaintiff, calling
missing something as it circles the house,
the road. As have I. Thinking about my father
who died a year ago. A complicated, difficult,
incredible man. He loved music -- played
the guitar, piano, sang. I've been listening
to Hank Williams, Doc Watson, Paul Simon,
the Beach Boys and a host of other songs
as well as the hawk. A bit carried away
with cloud shots, which are over the top
but there you go.
2 comments:
Sorry about your father, Pam. Good to think about him, though. Nothing wrong with cloud shots, especially when the clouds are this glorious. (Note my clouds 7/28!) So many wild thunderheads to admire this summer.
Hey Chris...your thunderheads are amazing! Out west, you can see the weather churning -- storm clouds, the rain veil that marches across the landscape. I guess the weather this summer has been captivating.
Thanks for the note...
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