There she is, at it again, showing off, painting with clouds, as the light changes within seconds, within seconds, my head twists to gather all 180° in, I can’t look away from Aprils’ masterpiece of reflected light, wind and suspended condensation, against the receding horizontal perspective of continually shadow upon shadow of Douglas fir greens. […]
There she is, at it again,showing off, painting with clouds,as the light changes within seconds, within seconds,my head twists to gather all 180° in, I can’tlook away from Aprils’ masterpiece of reflected light, wind and suspended condensation,against the receding horizontal perspectiveof continual shadow upon shadow of Douglas fir greens.yet, within moments the suns rosy reflection
A thoroughly sunny afternoon, listening tobird chatter, which I am starting to understand.Find your branchStand stillLet the group know where you areEnjoy the view
