I have to take a break. Relax the neck and eyes. Get a reprieve from the intense focus of precision pasting layers of paper. I walk out to the spa in a fine down pour, relishing the cold that may well be the last of the season and slide into the steaming water, hoping to melt the knots of tension in my neck and back. Eyes closed, I soak until ( Read more... )

The man carries a large plastic bucket, moving from bird feeder to bird feeder. He plunges the old coffee can into the slippery assortment of seeds to scoop them up. He likes the sensation of their sleek shells streaming over his fingers, the chushing sound of them on the tin. He pours seed into the feeders two or three times a week during winter ( Read more... )