It’s still cool and wet here in Portland. A friend called it “June-uary.”
But the payoff is there are so many flowers everywhere.
We have compatible pastimes/neurosis’s. Mark makes amazing rock stacks, and I wander around nearby taking pictures of odd things. It works for us.
I don’t know how he does it. He has a very still point inside I think.
Here it is spring, and I fixate on a dead leaf on driftwood. Go figure…
Scrap steel along the railroad tracks.