April 25, 2006

I spent the major part of the day walking out at the Marsh with camera in hand. It was still pretty cloudy when I got out there but cleared as the day wore on. The accompanying tune was sung by the Black Birds and the Meadow Larks. I kept thinking as I would catch quick fleeting glimpses of things scurrying off into the deeper grasses, "Who's land is this anyway?", we are so sure that we own it but I suspect the ownership belongs to the scurrying feet that are constantly in touch with it. At any rate, I was glad I could share it.


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