Just Once, So Far

Edwin Way Teale wrote something to the effect that many things in nature are seen only once by even the most astute observer of said things.

 

Not saying this is rare but I've only seen it happen once. It could happen again; could happen a hundred more times. It could be setting up to happen a million times in a field just over the horizon. But so far, for me? Just once.

 

Kinda cool to think about, really.

 

Conjoined Daisies. Moose River, New York, June 27, 2017.

Almost Sunrise, Many Months Later

In uncertain circumstances you might be surprised to be seeing this, after, what, fifteen months without a post?

I would try my best to explain the last fifteen months of silence if I had any way to make sense of it. But I can't.

 But I (and therefore we) are here. Please don't give up on me and us just yet if you haven't. Lots of stuff to talk about and show in between the nonsense. Hang tight, if you like. Just know that it hasn't been voluntary avoidance. Or if it has been, it hasn't been for lack of wishing there was something to say.

Almost sunrise. Moose River, New York, November 18, 2021.