My cereal is being profound this morning.

The bright gleam above the dome catches my eye.

Moments like these are why I write this column.

You know we had to walk this trail.

Why am I so captivated by them?

There’s a specific reason why I love this place.

I’m not ready to leave the garden.

And to think, all this beauty is because we lean.

Without asking, iced tea is poured into my emptied glass.

It’s an odd concept to be looking for in a landscape.

The stick hits the water with a quiet splash.

I am an imprecise image maker.