I spend as much time as possible sitting on my porch observing the wild life that goes on in my backyard. It is usually a peaceful time with the trilling of wrens and the soft gurgles of the doves. Sometimes my neighbor plunks happy tunes on his guitar. The only thing that will drive me back in the house is the sound of leaf blowers close by, or more often, the heat. The large umbrella keeps the sun off, but in the afternoon sitting under it is like being in an oven.
Once in a while, if I look up, reality is obscured.

Silhouette of the nearby crepe myrtle


Cicada#2


My Nemesis, The Summer Sun
Stay cool my friends! And keep looking up…
Photos by B. McCreary
