Great blue heron, turkey vultures, great-crested flycatcher, and get this: bobolink male in the neighbors hay field. Been some years since they've been here, used to be regulars, hoorah!
Speaking of the new Oxford American, you can read "Strange Beads," the great essay by my colleague, Wendy Brenner, right here.
Oh, gorgeous, Bill Roorbach. Every time, the simple things of nature shock me with their beauty. But I suppose nature is not simple at all, and her complexities something to marvel at and wonder about and find hope in. Winter colors are my favorite. There is something soothing and pure and unexpected about them.
What’s startling is how little color there is in winter. Don’t forget your sunglasses for California, Bill, or yu’ll be squinting the whole time you’re there. What’s a Coda, Dave?
Oh, gorgeous, Bill Roorbach. Every time, the simple things of nature shock me with their beauty. But I suppose nature is not simple at all, and her complexities something to marvel at and wonder about and find hope in. Winter colors are my favorite. There is something soothing and pure and unexpected about them.
What’s startling is how little color there is in winter. Don’t forget your sunglasses for California, Bill, or yu’ll be squinting the whole time you’re there. What’s a Coda, Dave?