The light is gone. I may have overdone on pasta. I went out on the porch to catch the last hummingbirds, listen to birds and visit with the plants. Now that they’re in their summer homes, sometimes they look like they’re visiting each other.
Yesterday I did a late evening paint inside of an imaginary scene and yet it looks like several places where you could stop to look at the changing light.
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