Clouds Over the Barn Field
The river settles back into something more like a river than a raging torrent; it spreads across the meadows below the house until I can almost pretend I live by the ocean. Its sparkling silver surrounds the haystacks. The deer are all living in the yard these days, evicted from their sleeping places by the high water; sandhill cranes, blue herons, poke around the shallows in the Payne Field; ibises float in puddles in the yard and ponder nesting in the ditches of what will soon revert to county road.
Evening in the Horse Pasture CKD photos