My backyard though not really (legally) mine and well outside of my ability to protect. Still in this space between what was and what will be - we walk, take deep breaths and look out from one mountaintop to another. Beyond the the trestle and past the curve of the river, just out of view of this picture, is the land that once belonged to my grandfather. Land that I won't see up close again. Everything changes but the moment is always eternal. I'm grateful for all that offers.
A spot along our path. This area is home to several crows, a small flock of turkey vultures, rabbits, two very happy woodchucks and a raccoon. I wish them well.
A surprising patch of purple-pink and an absolutely perfect Sunday morning!