...for my collection.
The cover reminds me of last evening. While I didn't see a water strider, I was helping H hunt for prairie tree crickets in the alder west of town. He photographed a male tree cricket earlier in the week and now wants to find a female. Easier said than done. I'm just learning about tree crickets and I've fallen in love with them. The way they move. The way they call. Their calling song. It's a song I grew up with. It makes evenings magical.
Off to Saskatoon tomorrow for the 10th New Leaf Editions launch.