The Call: Milkweed — Cheryl On the way to Stella’s dance class, the weeds, leaves and bushes on the right side of the road were lit up beautifully, but I couldn’t stop or we’d be late. After getting Stella onto the dance floor, I rushed out, drove back the way I came, and discovered that […]

The Call: Strong Shadows — Jessica As the sun vanishes below the horizon, the shadows grow darker and longer. Response: Carried Away — Cheryl I’m happy I got a shot of milkweed pods before all the fuzz vanished.