White Oak Bayou, September

I'm in university classes this semester. It's taking up all my time. Today, I remembered that I have a camera. It's been three days since I took a photo, and I wasn't lonely for it even once. That's the longest I've gone in a quite a while. I blame it on the rain. Of all the disasters I put my cameras through, rain is not one that makes me comfortable.

In exchange, I've listened to (and identified) more birds in my neighborhood than in my entire life. This morning I heard a house wren, a yellowthroat and a bluejay. And mourning doves. Mourning doves everywhere, every day.


As I uploaded these photos, a bird shadow swung on the white wall in front of me, swung like a pendulum, diving down and back up and back down.