From the Oregon coast, where I had the pleasure of living among crows, I am now on an island off the coast of Washington and all of a sudden Raven has appeared. I love the sound, early morning, early evening, when everything is still and quiet, of loud raven calls. Not frenetic and cacophonous like crows, Raven is more contained, more dignified, says more with fewer words than Crow. And so it was with Raven in mind that I put together this photomontage this morning. Moving ahead of time, yet looking back. And yes, that's a heart in the upper left corner. Other elements include photos taken at a winery in the Napa Valley, a sign taken at the Getty Museum, the hand on a clock, and a row of numbers at the bottom.