[The image quality isn't fantastic, but you might enjoy watching this full-screen.]
I was mesmerized by the patterns these black skimmers made as they rose, fell, grouped, and regrouped. I was equally amazed that no one else seemed to be paying them the slightest attention.
The shapes made against the sky reminded me of grass-writing (sousho), the loose, improvisational style of calligraphy used in some Japanese scrolls.
A Year Ago: Birds, Branches, Ripples
It was sunny and warmer today. I looked out the window and said to myself, “I must get out into that…”
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