Scrub jay of summer (I hope I don’t get sued by Don Henley)

Didn’t see as many birds this morning. But still glad I went to look.

When I rolled up to the park, there were like thirty county or city work vehicles in the parking lot. Didn’t stay to see what it was so I went to a backup spot real quick. Northern mockingbird w nesting material.

We report: it is very late, and looking out to the west, the sun has been extremely stubborn about setting, the greedy thing. The last of the purple light is just beginning to fade, and the first stars appear behind the clouds. Tonight, we see Castor and Pollux before any other.

Oh my goodness. 🥹 When I went to open the back window just now, I found this darling little mini-loaf* snoozing on the railing of the deck. *baby house sparrow

We report: there it is, this is June, to the East between the clouds. We try to remember what it was like the previous year, walking into summer, but we can barely recollect anything. It all gets lost in the heat, maybe, but we hear the beginnings of a shower at this very moment.

Sigil 5 (A Slow-Moving Tower of Babel)
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12" x 12"
Acrylic, Charcoal, Graphite, Collage, Silver and Gold Leaf
Wood Panel

We report: there was fog when we fell asleep last night, and it has not entirely lifted yet in the blue morning. There is a sea in the field. We are squinting at it as though it were the glare of the sun, hoping to see through it. We get mist in our eyelashes for our troubles.

We report: morning, the sunrise is starting to show colours through the clouds. The leaves are heavy with dew, and rain is fast approaching. The air is already charged with that humid morning smell, but there is definitely rain on top. It feels icy as it goes through our nose.