The day started with a run through next month’s rally course and ended with a fundraiser and reveal at the local community theater. Tall trees, short kids and flying covers.
Waiting
Everything has a form.
Quiet Times
The campus has really emptied out.
Open Sky
The late, great cowboy poet and folk singer Chuck Pyle sang about the roof of a pickup taking up too much of the sky. Always liked that line and now that I own a little convertible, I love it a little more.
Compact Parking
I don’t think you should use a full space for your scooter, but okay.
Lit
I shall never tire of the morning light in my backyard and that oak tree is one of my anchors.
Hello, Goodbye
The Eastside yarn-bombers hit a newspaper box this week. No one seemed to notice for a bit.