It was morning
Sun blazed our backs
Up all night
Chasing the moon
A polar coordinate of a post from October 2018 “Cranberry Flight”
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules

It was morning
Sun blazed our backs
Up all night
Chasing the moon
A polar coordinate of a post from October 2018 “Cranberry Flight”

Instinctual Assertion/Relenting
Watching the smallest of assembled life
There is an appearance of flit and random movement
There is a hierarchy
As loathsome it may be
It cannot be denied
The least tests safety
Immersed in the bounty
Once confirmed
The larger approaches
And with that simple movement
One larger sphere forces the other out of the way
It is a learned force
One of “rebel and suffer the consequences”
Cute little birds, mid-sized birds, and the big ones all know the drill.

Most superstitious populations live near water.
What are you thinking right now?

Jetty kitties (feral). San Diego bay.

Butterflies do not live to ninety-five
Nor do they fly at ninety-five (mph)
But the day was ninety-five (degrees Fahrenheit)
And this poor little cabbage white needed five minutes rest in the shade in our driveway.
Rest my heterochromatic friend!
In other old news: Phacelia cicutaria. May 2023


So Long:
Sun and moon conversed
Each traversed
Now roles’ reversed
All was well
Although moon was a bit embarrassed
For “getting in the way”


Cover Photo: Short Story – Full Sun and 70% Coverage
On another note from May: Chaparral Mallow (Why is it so difficult to remember “one p – two r’s in chaparral?”) Always get those mixed up.

The lovely thing about flowers, unlike the sun, is that you can look right at them without eye protection.