Well, it was an oddish Sunday at home. Even had a nap thrown in for good measure. Maybe it was the heat. Whatevs. Too dark to paint outside when I finally saw the last hummingbird off. So far still only one feeding at a time, even if there are two feeders. One chases the other away.
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Immensity is within ourselves. It is attached to a sort of expansion of being that life curbs and caution arrests, but which starts again when we are alone.
— Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of SpaceThe Cat Cam
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