It's raining. I've been reading, and writing scatter-shot between chapters. I'm here in my living room, in the chair in the corner, but I'm there too. Dry leaves and damp ground, black water, a deer running uphill. There and everywhere else, an archive made by muscle and mind alike.
Went bird stalking today.
Pictured are some Sandhill Cranes, Greater White-fronted geese, a Red-tailed hawk, and a Black-necked Stilt. Was hoping to see more Snow Geese but there were only a few around and were too far away to photograph.