"I decided to do this task from my truck, parked in front of my house. I figured the most "familiar" location would in fact leave the most to discover. It is 10:30. I am sitting in the passenger's seat. The light on my hands is very strong. The sun is coming in the upper left corner of my windshield, angled directly at me. I saw a white vehicle pass out of the corner of my eye. I think it was a minivan. The interior of my truck is very gray. The keys and an eraser are sitting in an indentation on the dash. A yellow sun is hanging from the gear shift, smiling. He or she or it came from Sunoco.

To my right I can see my yard. The grass is short. Looks dead. The trees sway in the breeze, leafy shadows following on the ground. A lot of things are casting clear shadows. My hand on the paper, my pencil on the opposing hand. The wind is picking up outside. There may be an airplane, but I can't see it. The clouds are beautiful. The sky is very blue. My dogwood tree is mostly in red now, but a lot of other trees are mostly green. Dead leaves still litter the ground. Wouldn't it be neat if every spring the leaves came back to life and found the trees they fell from? How far would some travel?

There is a neat row of vehicles - two trucks and one car - on the opposite side of the street and ahead of me. I have placed the other two sheets of paper by the keys and they reflect the light brightly. My mirror reflects the side of the truck, a slice of green garbage can, sidewalk, dead grass, and my arm. The trashcan is also mirrored by the side of the truck and my window. I can see several trees, some deep green, some red behind me. They surround a house's awning and my neighbor's minivan.

No one has walked by, yet. I spin around to see behind me, through the rear windshield and its heated scan-lines, but there is no one. The wind roars outside. That's why I'm in here. Ahead of me is a beautiful evergreen tree almost entirely obscured in shadow. Behind me is a great tree, half in shades of verdant green, half in red, sitting in mulch and surrounded by those decorative stones in a circle. There's a For Sale sign next to it, for the neighboring house. Al the beautiful trees and bushes there have been removed. They were some of my favorite in the neighborhood.

Light glistens off of nearly everything that lets it. Chrome bumpers, my fingers, my Mario sweater.

A car just passed. Too fast to see much. One comes the other way. A Chevy. The first had a middle-aged black man in a striped shirt, medium build. I couldn't see into the second. I push recall to check the time. After a brief delay the green LEDs display 10:56, with a little CD symbol.

My windshield is dirty; it hinders my observation. The trees are in good form for autumn. Their trunks and branches are black silhouettes, blending in almost seamlessly with their shadows on the ground. That effect is amplified by the glare of the windshield.

The sun went behind a cloud, and like that the world changed, much darker. Then it came back out as quickly.

I see another evergreen tree by a Chevy truck, a few sides of branches lit well. The sun went behind clouds again, and came back out. My view is volatile. Up the hill I can see a cement pole and a street sign. Some shrubs grow up the side of a house with white siding and a bad roof. This pair of trees meet at the middle of the street, their tops touching. Or not their tops, but some high branches reach out. One down the way is entirely gold, seen through the gap between the other trees.

Recall. 11:04. I end my observations turning to the house on my left, with a yellow swing hanging through a small, modest tree. The shape of the bark is really rough and distinct. It looks dignified. The shadows group around this tree as if to spotlight it. I may take pictures, now.