It starts with a whistle, but a whistle so faint it’s a whisper across the leaves. And then the sound of raindrops, but it’s not rain. It’s the patter of falling berries, pyracantha and holly, dropping into the blanket of debris below the trees.
A nature & wildlife blog inspired by my SF Bay Area home ... now including my impressions of Seattle. This blog is mostly photos, some contemplation -- in an unbound element of experience that is a Free Quark.