Sometimes it feels like everyone, in juxtaposition to the bluebirds, migrates south this time of year. In a more seasonal time I did that too and now it’s hard to fight the urge… Continue reading
I outfished him on some decent sized rainbows, which turns out was just him building major trout karma for this weekend.
Orange spots, rimmed by blue. An hot red slash across the throat. Golden scales, fading to green. My paints keep the backs of my eyelids in vibrant color even as the world outside loses it’s autumn orange and yellow and fades into the brown that comes before the snow.