Accompanied by two quotes, I head out the door for a walk in my neighborhood.

Stanley Kunitz: “It is out of the dailiness of life that one is driven into the deepest recesses of the self.”

Kabir: I felt in need of a great pilgrimage, so I sat still for three days.

The Naked Ladies are out, a sign of summer tilting toward fall

Plums ripen slowly in shade

Crossing the bridge over the now dry creek

Sunflowers in support of Ukraine line the trail

Ease
Mountain Lion rests

Matilija Poppy

The fog giving mist

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