Hooting “who cooks for you who cooks for you all”
along the Housatonic in West Cornwall alerts us to the Barred Owl.
A passing motorist stops to take our picture
w/ the sleepy owl peering over Ray’s right shoulder.
During the picture-taking I hear the whine of a Sapsucker
simultaneous to spotting the young man’s
Trump bumper sticker.
I fight an urge to commence bloviating about whining Republican candidates.
Lignum Draco, a street photographer in Australia offers this week’s challenge: Share a photo that features H2O, the element of water.
A few years ago I visited Trapani. I still dream about the caldo freddo.
The velvety dark-chocolate topping slowly melts through layers of sweet cream to the coffee and hazelnut gelato underneath. At the bottom of all this, in the underbelly of the bowl, is rum-soaked cake. The generous-sized dish is topped with chopped hazelnuts. And it’s available day and night.
But Trapani is not just about the caldo freddo. It’s about l’acqua. The Tyrrhenian Sea spills around the rugged coastline of Sicily’s western edge, deep blue-green and as pristine as the South Pacific.
Nature is the art of God. – Dante Alighieri
I, like the Marbled Godwit, am not easily flushed as in knocked off my nest,
either from my brood or the now emptier but still sweet home
& the man I live with.
Incubating MGs sit motionless even when approached by predators
and can actually be lifted from their nests, they’re that tenacious.
I see Hillary like this and will wish her well on Monday night.
A Trump win will be disaster for US(A).