Peregrinate and bear it to the whine of chain saws

Three neighbors pruned their trees this evening—who decides on a date, I wondered—so the whine of chainsaws was widespread.

Every year this pair get a severe military haircut, then every spring they grow back just as luxuriantly.

Contrasting construction materials and methods.

Half a dozen new homes are being built in the neighborhood.

This is one of a pair—the other completed—has multiple vehicle accommodation; one door high enough to take a tour bus.

One of my favorite corners on this walk.

I was told this was sown as a mixture of grain and alfalfa. It is growing at a prodigious rate, but why is it in furrows?

Not an Autumn tint: this is one of a pair of ornamental trees and the leaves are always this color.

I have noticed this arrangement many times, but this was the first occasion that the light was suitable.

This horse, among a herd of about six or eight, seemed to be so happy that it couldn't stop swishing its tail.

This was briefly much swirlier, but I didn't get to a suitable vantage point in time.

Fire hydrant in a pomegranate bush. A first for me.

The exact moment the sun set: in bathetic consequence, I received scratched shins and a sandal full of dirt for my endeavors.

The best/worst feature of digital is that it encourages creatives/idiots to attempt impossible pictures. "Needs swirly bits"—Vince.

 

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