rain fairy

For the Daily Prompt: constant.

Wrong kind of fairy, right? No, I am thinking of the rain. We were trying to capture the ferry coming in at night in the rain with cell phones… instead we catch a glimpse of rain fairies, sliding down the lit streaks….

And constant? The ferries are constant between here and Whidby Island, leave and return, back and forth, faithful, constant.

without a net

For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #148: clothes hanging.

I was out from work very sick in 2012. I had strep A in lungs and muscles, including throat muscles. I could not talk. I put my hammock up in a tree, high up. There was no one to talk to there, just the leaves and wind and birds and sky.

And here are some socks and another view:

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I could watch the deer from the tree.

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It was a very good place to be quiet and heal.