Looks like it might look in the middle of summer, except…
Abstract rhythm in the grass.
It is a continual search for lunch when you are a bird.
The goldfinches have arrived to compete with the chickadees, the nuthatches and the purple finches.
Oak trees wait forever to drop their leaves. These should have fluttered to the ground about 5 months ago but they are still hanging on.
There has to be a prize for such tenacity.
See a companion shot at my Tumblr blog.
“…I would like to say…”
I guess this could also be titled, “Stump Speech”.
Not much more than white green and black outside.
But inside there is colour.