Two Ravens in Willits

Two ravens preen in the crown of an oak tree. I walked around noticing other things, then came back to one preening the other...

Sometimes she stopped her attentions to his feathers to softly make rapid knocking sounds in her throat, just for him.

Birch Leaves on Parking Stripes

Down by the Old Mill Stream...

Or, more specifically, the Muir Mill stream a.k.a. Baechtel Creek.

Autumn Anemones

Pain with a Purpose

At the Hospital

Waiting…

 Waiting…

Waiting for the loved one's return from repair.

First Autumn Rain