The Flight in the Fall

Sage is King of the Woodpile.

Sage is King of the Woodpile.

Yesterday was one of the loveliest days I’ve ever experienced, a democratic day that assured all the senses of their inherent equality: the smell of earth and leaves and distant smoke; the sound of songbirds, clear and sweet, and the burbling counterpoint of basking hens; the feel of drying leaves and the rough texture of newly naked bark; the taste of apples, cold and autumn-sweet; the sight of dark wings dipping and gliding against glowing golden hills.

It was a lovely day to sit and be, but that wasn’t enough for my son: He wanted to fly.

He started by ascending the woodpile, but static altitude didn’t satisfy.

He quickly clambered down and went to the hay bales piled against the greenhouse.

He climbed, he paused, he jumped, he flew.

Fortunately, he landed.

Scaling the haybales

Scaling the hay bales

Pausing at the top

Pausing at the top

The launch

The launch

Coming in for a landing

Coming in for a landing

Sage's appreciative audience waits patiently for the next flight.

Sage’s appreciative audience waits for the next flight.

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3 comments

  1. I enjoyed the time-lapse photography and beyond that the photogenic setting. Good work, Rebecca.

    1. Thanks! Sent from my Verizon Wireless 4G LTE Tablet

  2. Boys will be boys and mothers will hold their breath in anticipation of disaster 🙂

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