Almost did not leave the house this morning. I would not have known to regret it if I had not.
A few highlights. A motley dappled hawk, ragamuffin brown and white, swooped in from a tree in the cemetery. Then a formation of barn swallows making parabola around the tree. The parabola fills me with a kind of joyful feeling following the hawk. I think of Thomas Pynchon's penchant for parabolas. I have never read Pynchon, but am influenced nonetheless, via my brother Matthew who is the one who pointed out Pynchon's parabolas.
The hawk is chasing the barn swallows. He is a bit ungainly but sure in his magisterial swoop. The swallows are quick and elusive.
I would have missed that had I stayed in bed. And these pictures.
I love the placement of this Santa on the back window of this mausoleum. Trippy and unexpected. Love this shot all around.