BIRD SONG
Listening to bird song in the morning is a wonderful way to begin the day. It certainly is better than the sounds of the city. I've barely completed a week here, just west of Port Townsend on the Olympic peninsula, however my time at this house sit is rapidly coming to a close. My friend will be returning this Sunday, and I'll be heading off to my next sit. Fortunately for me, it is right in Port Townsend so I don't have far to go.
It's a peaceful existence here, so peaceful that even the deer like to come around for a visit every now and again.
The weather this past week has been mostly dry, however a few nights ago, the sky opened up for a while. The following morning, I was out in the yard, enjoying the freshness of the air, and while I was doing so, I took a photo of the remnants of the previous night's rain.
Years ago, I probably wouldn't have paid much attention to things like this. Now I make a conscious effort to be in the present moment as much as I can, so that I don't miss out on these little joyful displays that nature provides us, if we are just willing to observe them.
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And finally, when driving up interstate 5 prior to my arrival here, we passed by this van. I had to take a photo.
Just when I think that I've seen it all, I'm reminded that I haven't. Only in America.
And remember,
Happy Trails,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
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