I walked out first thing to bring in the garbage bin. So today’s shots are from out near the road. It makes for a different perspective. As Gary Myers quoted this morning, change the focus of the eye. So that’s what I did… at least for the moment.

Somewhere, not too far away, a more melodious jay is calling. Most Jays just don’t sound of music. Much more often they sound more like a squeaky hinge needing oil.

There’s enough of a breeze this morning to keep the wind chimes singing quietly. And the summertime symphony wouldn’t be complete without the rising and falling of the cicada buzz.

The weather gurus have changed the possibilities of percepitation. We went from 20% in the forecast yesterday to 50% today. Looking at the morning radar, I already see showers in Pasadena.

City of my childhood. Suburbia. Back then it had a population of about 90,000. Which in the grand scheme of things always amazed me. It felt like small town America, but it really wasn’t. My mom and one brother still call it home. My other brother moved to the next town over. There’s no distance between the two cities. They share a city limit line with each other. Today the population is well north of 150,000.

The clouds are thickening. At least it’ll hold the temperature down a little.

Construction sounds are carrying from the new fire station that’s under construction. I’m really glad that when I worked in construction back in the 1970’s they didn’t have the beepers on every machine. All I remember were mechanical bells that sometimes worked but most times not.

There’s a smell in the air that my brain associates with summer rain. It smells hot. And since the coffee cup has been empty for a while I’ll just say… Y’all stay safe, stay healthy, and Pray for our Nation and the World… Namaste.