In the pink-ish light of early morning…
After the rain.
After the wind.
After the corn’s harvest.
Past their peak…past their prime…
The trees whisper their stories.
Everyday Ordinary
Maybe - it’s because it’s so everyday ordinary.
A back porch. Two cats. A broom. A pair of old work boots.
Maybe - it’s because it feels like real life.
I wondered about the generations who have lived and loved here.
I wondered about the cats.
I wondered what about it was so captivating.
And then - I just stop wondering - and decided to capture it just as it is.
Ivory Snow and Bleach
On any other day - I'd walk right by.
But today -
there was that familiar taste of ivory snow mixed in with bleach
there was a gentle breeze blowing
there was sun peeking
there was the unmistakable sound of spring.