A hard body with furry knees.

Split-second love story.
Other split-second stories we liked:
This split-second story comes from the bottom of its hand-lettered heart.
The early bird: An old story in a split second.
Many of the photos in this blog are taken along paths trod time and time again on weekend “photo safaris,” which usually consist of an hour walking an area less than a half-mile radius from the house. There are mornings where the thought forms, (with sigh): “There doesn’t seem to be anything new today.” And almost before it’s completed, something new does appear. This was the first time in all the years on the mountain that we’d seen these purple bee balms. These were perched comfortably on a steep, south-facing slope.