Wednesday, August 5, 2026, 54.6* F, 87% RH, 0604
Only traffic noise greets us. Sun shines through white sky becoming blue. Zayne does not linger. I do not walk down the ramp to find a picture. Zsolt comes in last waits for his biscuit. Coffee drips into a red cup.
More branches appear in the pond washed down stream or assembled. I don’t know. There appears to be an entry. The optical illusion derived by cropping a photo improves clarity but distorts reality. I cannot reach over the fence and touch the bark of a tree.
The closer we are, the less depth we see.
Photo: LJ Austin
