The fragrance of fennel always takes me to Southern California . . . to the untamed hillside of my parents’ home . . . years ago now . . . where she and my dad landed after a lifetime of soaking up maritime fog . . .
Archives for Saturday, April 17, 2010
Little Flying Monkeys
Damselfly faces seem expressive — awesome, wide-eyed, bulbous monkey gazes …
Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Day …
I planted myself in the middle of a field for this shot, watching a male and female Brewer’s blackbird forage around me — for insects, seeds, fruit …
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