Iris Iris

I travel quite a distant to go to my bank branch.  I could go to the one in town, but then I would not get to see this:

The bank is built on the site of a farmstead, and hosts these irises every season.

The view from my local post office parking lot is also pretty good; Edward Hopper painted it and the postal service put it on a stamp.

Edward Hopper, The Long Leg, 1935
Then there is the beach with its passing ships:

Red Sails at Herring Cove, 2016

All in all, the days are good.

Yes, cars still pass me to take immediate right turns, and a mad neighbor stalks the place like a Hollywood prophet, pulling out my plants and leaving them on my doorstep like a cat might with a mouse, and soon, I won’t be able to walk in town for the crowds.  At Stanford, a judge practically pardons a rapist by inferring boys will be boys, defying the jury’s verdict of guilty and The Onion publishes a biting satire. The republican ridicule mobile continues, and really, all is not well in the world.

Nature, that ceaseless worker, provides us beauty, as if to say, humans, pay attention. A fine wind rustles the leaves and the air has that late afternoon chill of early June.  The sun will set, the sun will rise.


Yes, I’d travel a long way to see that. Love the photos.


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