My front porch, northeast Portland

The trees, shrubs, bushes are insane this time of year in Portland--greener than green, deranged with blossoming, overflowing with new growth.

I make it a rule not to step on their shadows, especially in late evening, knowing they need their rest and will sleep better at night if I don't.

In return, one of the trees disguises itself as a flock of small birds who stop flying for a moment so that I can take my little picture.