...is what H prescribed and I must say it did wonders. We spent much of that week on the road, enjoying the spectacle of migration. Flocks of geese everywhere, the numbers skyrocketing as we approached the place where I grew up. The place where sandhill cranes rule. Fields of cranes. Sky of cranes. It's unreal.
On our way to that place we stopped many times. H took this pic of me shooting a culvert at Cut-arm Creek.
I think a few of the pics I took will end up on Culvert Installations. We'll see.
I also have a new skill to add to my CV: bug whisperer. Indeed, it seems I'm a gifted tree cricket spotter. I located a number of them during our hikes as H wanted to photograph them. I imagine he'll be adding tree cricket pics to his blog in the weeks to come.
Here we are, hot on the trail.
Shadows of our firmer selves.
More about the road trip and the books I bought in the days to come. In the meantime, check here for Ariel's take on the first stop of the Nightowls & Newborns Western Tour, in which I played a wee part while looking as if I belong in a wax museum.