A large rock along a pathway by the river, how much of it there is unseen, I don’t know. Usually it is covered with kids, as we are still close to the parking lot for the trailhead.
In the early morning rain.
I woke realising it was raining still, and it was early. I had passed by this little street that oddly enters a public park and abruptly ends. The light bluish paint on the last garage was waiting for the right light, and I knew it would come. Only 30 mins, there and back, but I am oddly happy with the image. It seems to say something quiet about summer, and early morning rain.
The House Near the Top of the Hill
The House Near the Top of the Hill.
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Looking down, into a small valley of homes, from here you see six or seven types of houses, repeating, in different order, different colour, with additions and in some cases subtractions, that more than anything else shows their common DNA.
In the corner of the garden, by the woodlands.
Home near the train tracks. BC, Canada.
Near the edge of town.
A fallen tree.
When I first saw this I was startled. Too much science fiction I guess.