Hunting...

...for just the right curl on the edge of a leaf. Out of all the thousands out there...harder than I thought. I could've kept looking but why?

This will do for today...a marker of sorts, the first day the sun rose on the other side of the big spruce across the alley, made a pathetic little arch on its journey across the sky, threw a brief consolation sunbeam on the living room rug (which the dog found and claimed right away) and is now plunging into the southwestern sky with a faint 'ploop'.

Many more ploops to come, will have to psyche myself up for it.