Fences Along My Way

I drove from Wenatchee early one August morning to Mission Ridge
and into Picture Canyon.

There, rows of sunflowers formed fences along the dirt road,

as did barbed wire in various forms... .

I thought birds were perched on each post... faucet handles!

Here's looking at you too, Dude :)

This reminded me of a great book I once read - Stones for Ibarra by Harriet Doerr.

Do people today know that places like Monitor Washington exist?

I bought Limata and listened to Salsa here.