Along NH1 in India, much heavy lifting is under way.
Scene from a sunset jog near our new digs.
Dyed eggs, then painted them, on a thoroughly enjoyable spring day.
The leaves are turning, it's getting chilly; who doesn't love fall?
Spent an evening last week watching the Vaux swifts settle to nest: a simply amazing phenomenon.
A tiny trike stands abandoned, Mt. Baker.
A lone woman waits, the morning commute ahead of her.
Alder Lake -- what little is left of it in a drought year, that is -- was a vision in the summer's morning sun.
The sun makes small wonders shining through our blackout curtains.