"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?"
Monday, January 27, 2014
I ran up to Barr Lake yesterday to look around before last night's storm got here. I was intrigued by these flocks, each of hundreds of Canada Geese, who after 15 or 20 minutes in one spot, would suddenly collectively decide to take off, then fly 400 - 500 yards away to another spot on the ice. Who are the goose opinion leaders?
While I was photographing the sequence of this flock coming into their new "better" spot, I heard a sudden popping noise. It took me a moment to realize it was the sound of the ice cracking under the weight of all those geese.