Mid-day, a slightest shivering mist but still the sun staring over your shoulder ...
D.R. JamesAugust 30, 2022
A downed oak, toppled by time, pithless log leveled, imploding, rotting edifice under blown snow ...
D.R. JamesFebruary 8, 2022
Rococo branches' scribbled bliss (to skies of cirrus filtering streaking-linen grace ...
D.R. JamesFebruary 8, 2022
But if God were gentle, here's what would become us: bluest sky, the sun-warmed porch, both beholding a glorious afternoon ...
D.R. JamesNovember 2, 2021
Three teen deer have begun of late to make daily dusk-time stops out back ...
D.R. JamesNovember 2, 2021