every day at 5 pm a red-tailed hawk flies over the hillside.

when twigg crawford was visiting, he named the hawk 5 o’clock charlie. ┬árecently he requested that i post some photos of our daily visitor, so these pictures are for him (and you.)

i take photos with my iphone, no telephoto lens obviously, but there’s something about seeing this hawk from a distance that brings poetry into my life every day at 5.

as you can see, charlie has found–or is in the process of finding–love.