"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Friday, January 24, 2014
A Bird of My Youth
Those of you who live in the East may think this silly, but the Cardinal, one of the birds I grew up with in Tennesse, is one of my favorites. We don't have them here and it's always a thrill to see them when I travel back into their range. I took these pictures of a male I saw while walking through the site at Parkin.