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Cattle on the landscape, August 2023

A field of soy, August 2023

3 years ago, one mid-August morning there was a wall of fog obscuring the ridge.

That round hill behind the church always made this scene look like the Shire to me

I probably won’t get out there to see it this year but along a road in the area of northern Berks County where I lived as a child the American dittany and two species of yellow false foxglove are probably blooming right now. It’s a remarkable thing to pick off a leaf of Native American dittany in eastern Pennsylvania and smell the aroma of the Mediterranean. You could put it in any Italian recipe and it would fit the flavor profile.

At the orchard 2 years ago in mid-August the apples were already like this

Down at the marsh by the park. Strange to be here and not hear a single red-winged blackbird

Out for a walk in the spring evening, the night drawing near. The only thing on my mind is that I want to go home.

source: woodsigh

by Shuhei

More from the orchard, mid-August

Reminiscing late summer walks in the mountains. I always stray from the trail and struggle not to break a leg to get down to a stream. Just to touch the cold water as if its something you have to do out of appreciation. Wouldn't it be great to just float along with the leaves

Places I won't visit again

we were always a part of it all