Murmuration 11.29.2017


There in the shallows, framed by the bent bare tree stretching deep into the lake, among the tangle of crooked root fingers, the mallards and the coots were bathed in a single shaft of sunlight strong enough to crack the clouds. Day three of the too-much-to-do week had me visiting the dentist and again working late in the evening to catch up the time out.