181/365

This unfolding blossom looks so much like a blossoming rose, it's easy to see how this flowering bush got its name.

180/365

Seventeen days of rain
unending gray skies
only 23 days left
to gather gopher wood.

179/365

Thin wet sheets angle across the tree line
we're drowning in gray skies.
Does the moon wear a crooked smile?

178/365

Lone wolf ego
hovers over prince pride
seizes honor greedily

177/365

Flint sparks dark asphalt
pock-marks the pale white drive
clouds caress the lawn

176/365

Grackle, posing as
midnight crow, considers
spring’s last daisy

175/365

The sanctuary of the Cathedral, shot by available light.