The signs are everywhere.
The crisp cool air.
The waning light.
The birds - and their annual migration.
In one minute - here.
In the next - they’ve taken flight.
On their path - southbound - for the winter.
One Minute Here
Five
Doesn’t get much better….does it?
Five balls of white fluff.
Five sets of eyes.
Five pairs of tiny wings.
Who ever declared them ‘ugly ducklings’….
Never experienced them quite like this.
Something White
I’ve walked this walk so many times before…I’d come to believe there was nothing more.
To see. To feel. To taste and touch. To fully experience.
And- yet - on this particular morning before the sun had fully risen.
Something familiar…and something brand new.
Something white in the distance.
I’ve captured these beauties many times…many ways…many seasons - before.
Never have I been lucky enough to capture them quite like this.