Written by hobo23@gmail.comNovember 28, 2013March 4, 2019 The Area Around The WindMill Seems Haunted With The Coming Of Winter.
Written by hobo23@gmail.comApril 17, 2014March 4, 2019 Spring Brings Color But No Sight Of The Swan Yet.
Written by hobo23@gmail.comJune 15, 2014March 4, 2019 Other Wings patter the lagoon in the bright morning sunlight while the swan lurks beneath the visible.
Written by hobo23@gmail.comJanuary 17, 2015March 4, 2019 Winter. I Keep walking in the park, looking– despite the frigid weather.
Written by hobo23@gmail.comApril 23, 2015March 4, 2019 The New Leaves Remind Me How long I’ve Been Gazing At The Sky
Written by hobo23@gmail.comDecember 28, 2015March 4, 2019 The Camera’s Flash Makes the swan appear like two Kite-shaped snowflakes chasing each other.
Written by hobo23@gmail.comJanuary 3, 2017March 4, 2019 Today Is My Fiftieth Birthday. I spent An Hour And A Half In The park This Morning Looking and Taking Photographs and Notes.
Written by hobo23@gmail.comJuly 11, 2017March 4, 2019 The Summer Sun Paints The Swan rushing before my face and camera.
Written by hobo23@gmail.comAugust 11, 2017March 4, 2019 Deep Shadows In The Evenings As Another Summer Comes To A Close.
Written by hobo23@gmail.comDecember 3, 2017March 4, 2019 The Lagoon Has Not Yet Frozen Over, But The first Snow Has Fallen.