Don't let me fall asleep

[sovay]

Direct sunlight!



The silhouettes of winter sun.



Windows of sky, doors of brick.



I have never gotten a photo of the front of the Litchfield Block that truly satisfies me, but I keep trying. It might need to be painted by Edward Hopper or John Sloan.



A tree of sparrows.



I am no good without a little daily Precisionism.

My grandfather would have been a hundred and one today.

Comments

[heavenscalyx]

I feel that. My grandmother would've been 116 this past Sunday.

[oracne]

Thanks for the beautiful blue sky pictures.

[pameladean]

Oh, so glad you got out into the light! I love those photos.

We have a hedge of sparrows next door. Our neighbor did not know anything about gardening but wanted all things to be VERY TIDY, so he pruned the lilac hedge between his yard and the neighbors' on the other side. If you do this to lilac, it declines whilst buckthorn, volunteer elm, maple, hackberry, and peabush seedlings take over. But you also get an amazing tangle of ingrown branches that are lovely shelter for sparrows even when the hedge is leafless. They are very loud therein around sunset.

P.

[nineweaving]

My grandfather would have been a hundred and one today.

And so very proud of you.

I feel antique. My mother would have been a hundred this coming December.

Nine

[selkie]

You got some amazing sky for his birthday. *hugs*

[sovay]

I feel that. My grandmother would've been 116 this past Sunday.

Her memory for a blessing.

[sovay]

Thanks for the beautiful blue sky pictures.

You're welcome! I know people for whom it is nightmarish, but I love autumn and winter skies, dissolving into space.

[sovay]

Oh, so glad you got out into the light! I love those photos.

Thank you!

But you also get an amazing tangle of ingrown branches that are lovely shelter for sparrows even when the hedge is leafless. They are very loud therein around sunset.

I love the idea of a hedge of sparrows, however noisy. (Also, now I know that about lilac.)

[sovay]

And so very proud of you.

*hugs*

I feel antique. My mother would have been a hundred this coming December.

Time is what it is. She spanned a good deal of it; you are doing the same.

[sovay]

You got some amazing sky for his birthday.

I was so glad to be out under it.

*hugs*