Even without sound

 I hear the water rushing, bubbling, sparkling.  I remember red boots and puddles.  

Moving into 2026:

stillness, pure & simple.

 

Clearly, the beginning

of a graphic horror novel.   Otherwise, it's Christmas and life is good.  A long walk and only one dead Canada goose.  
 

Swatch

is such a fun-sounding word, don't you think?   When applied to a segment of brightly-hued Nigerian cloth, just the perfect tablecloth for Victoria on a momentous birthday.  Mary was present.  
 

Meeting in the middle

Sometimes, 2 halves don't make a whole.  Although the picture is quite beguiling, if not the whole.  

December?

Northern California's emerald winter.  Plushness your eyes can feel.   Happy roots.  

 

Feather and ice

Little known fact:  the sun is the stem which melts the ice on every imaginable feather. Little bird, do you wish to fly away solo or in a flock?