from the morning on the sky has been a source of wonder and beauty. Clouds today looked like the rocky bottom of a river, plaster white, scattered over the horizon.
Seen a martin flying across the sky in front of my window, its white belly alternately hidden by its black wings and lighted by the morning sun, like a stroboscopic effect. Up there, shrills and thrills of a complete band of birds, turning wildly as bikers on the big loop.
Over the road we are going on to our next stop, a three quarter whitish and translucid moon, and in between the moon and the road, complete cloud hills like doors to another world.
Arrived at our friends, going on a walk through the fields and woods with sons on bike. Grain ready to be harvested, corn yet only green leaves. Giant oak looking like sleepy hollow's as signal for going back. Dark red wild cherries. And all around, birds of all kind singing and shouting by dozens.
morning summer sky
over rocky river bed clouds
a half erased moon
falling on the road
violet buglia grapes
white bird featherling