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Soon they will don bright coats and fly on super fast wings,but not yet.

It takes one piece of circle sticker stationary to collapse time.

I think flowers blooming in hard places are some kind of deep magic.

I cut across my memory feed today running through place and time.

My boys stood across the street and watched me take pictures like a tourist.

A great big moon cracks the clouds to offer light for this dark July night.

Time keeps changing my relationship to this land but the anchor holds.

Cases within cases for a long overdue trip to Oregon! 

It feels so good to see the mountains again, rather like coming home.

Just down the street, along the path, on the other side of the park –YIKES!

My boy loves to bake and so it seems that I live in a bakery.

My boy has a green thumb and I have lettuce outside my kitchen door.

Fire smoke hangs heavy these daysobscuring the viewsand matching my mood.

I complain about this front yard tree much more than it deserves, but ugh. 

I wonder – does she ever think about taking long walks in the snow?

We can’t open our front windows so it’s good we have lots of doorstops 

I guess there’s really no telling what people will remember you by. 

One cry from that gull and you will regret stepping so close to the kids.

Long hot days are making an Alaska summer for the record books.

My boy picks a handful of Oregon Hoods in our backyard each day.

Cotton lies like a blanket of snow on these long, warm Alaska days.

Players have gone to bed and all the stories will soon be memories.

A 10p paddle on a warm, smoky evening becauseAlaska.

Tonight we spotted fireweed getting ready to light the summer fuse.