Being neither Christian, nor religious in any way, makes this an ordinary Sunday for me.
But living where I do, I seem able to find something to celebrate every day and it usually relates to Nature, to the celebration thereof. At 7pm on April 9th I glanced out the window and, impressed, I went to take these pictures of the opposite hill.
The very next day at about the same time, Grant exclaimed “OMG! Look at this!” So off I went again:
I just couldn’t stop:
Two days are never the same here. I get carried away, but I so love the way light looks so different according to where it falls, and all the textures it brings out. This effect lasted mere minutes.
Today, I caught the elusive flicker digging in the field:
Gorgeous bird! Wonderful Nature!
