Fall

The leaves are turning and the crops are in. There is a cloud of dirt behind us because it is very dry, but we keep going on this old gravel road in the state of Iowa. Siri has taken us this way. She is good at finding a sheep trail like she did in southern Portugal. It was so bumpy, the panel showed lightning bolts on the tires, but we kept going. It is not always so difficult to find your own way.

fall is reflections

sound of a far off airplane

a swirl of clouds

Waiting for the Eclipse

So many clouds

coming from the north

winds speed them up

hope for a break

a patch of clear

not to be seen anywhere

in the distance

out of the trees

a murmur of birds

sound of geese heading south

hope

if only for a second