Sprouting, green tomatoes. A sight of hope and grace and beauty.
Are a microscopic garnish of a wonder. And so beautiful.
When they do something cute (and dangerous?) like this.
If you know, you know. I’m obsessed with abandoned buildings. Obsessed. Take me to one and I’ll stare at it for hours, picturing the place alive with people. Alive with weather and music and food and smells. Today that sense of imagining of what once was took over. It was for an old abandoned baseball field ticketing entrance. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t stop wondering what this place meant to the people who frequented it, years ago. (Stillwater, OK)
The May storms are here. Last night a plummeting of elements hauled into the house, around the neighborhood. Here is our neighbor’s trampoline, a Frisbee.
As seen on a walk. A little dark. But I absolutely wondered: where is the body? What happened?