The ever changing light slows the sun's pace up the canyons flashing over unpaved regions in the valley speeds down the dry creek beds...carves away at imagination. There is no turning back...just this hand of distance on the landscape rising as the oil-slick orbs through bungalows tailgating phantoms and ghosts on scorched winds.
Equipped with loaded camera, I look out across the lily pond hoping for a miracle. Myrtle the turtle lifts his head and snaps at mosquito fish. Dragon flies dart about, blue and red orange. Parading random riffs, the bluejays chase the cat in a clash of wills exploding around granite rocks. The sun dips behind the poolhouse.
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