Sometimes it’s flat for miles. Other days you’re coasting on a gentle grade. Lately it’s been small hills, and it was a great sunset walk in the neighborhood. Colors and shapes, a bit of exercise, and pausing to chat with acquaintances and neighbors. Another warm evening that fully began at the top of the hill admiring a serene pepper tree bathed in sundown.
3434 Warm Pepper
Nearby an old woodpile far from any home, structure or fireplace waits for something.
3439 Wood, Colors, Shadows
Turning toward the light, we see another tree offering hints of the dusky shapes it will show against the starry sky once the nearest star’s fire has faded beyond the horizon. Perhaps an owl will sit on top waiting for residents of the woodpile to emerge for breakfast.
3441 Transparency
John & Anne Wiley 
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