On a few small acres in the hill country of central Texas, we live by watching, feeling, and waiting. Together, we come to know by loving and love best when we care enough to understand. Our Loves: limestone, leaf-vein, scales, feathers, friends, and all their shifting reflections in the waters of a small Creek.
Breaking Bud
March 2015
| Blackberry |
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| Half-vulture-eaten carp on the banks of The Creek |
| That carp's ribs and empty insides |
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| Raccoon on the way to being eaten by vultures |
| Fossils are good |
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| Ice in the sheep's water bucket |
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| Winter algae |
| Same red-shoulder hawks return to the nest |
| Night catches us before the brush fire beneath the cliff can dwindle down |
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| Evening sky reflecting in the bottom of a blue ceramic mug of wine |
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