There is a chair outside the front door where I sit to take a break. And across the road is a grove of birch, still young, that I stare at. Through this thicket I can see the far field and the bank of the river with a hill behind. A view that is hidden once the trees leaf out. These tall, rather spindly trunks grow every which way, creating beautiful layers. An ordinary view, one you see all about here in southern Quebec, and one that I love. I call it source material.
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| across the road |
Another thing I pay attention to when I'm sitting in that chair, is the road itself. There has been a bit of snow for the last few days, and the tire tracks make great patterns where we back out onto the road. Some days they last for hours. Next time I'll get the ladder out to take the photo.
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| tire track, crossed lines |
