It’s going to snow on Wednesday. The trees turned late this year; the grass is still green and everything is brightly colored above the horizon, red and yellow and then the infinite blue above it. I walk circles on the hillside; I lie on the swing. I am the hawk gliding on the wind; I am the hen hiding in the brush.
Below: a random sampling of images from my only public Instagram feed, for TechnoSiren. This week we are roadtripping to WordCamp US in St. Louis so that little box below will be updated.