Maxwell Wildlife Refuge has gone to sleep. Winter has laid a soft quilt upon its sanctuary. The stillness was tangible long before I reached the lake. Oh yes, there is still some activity but the frenzy of migration has quieted. A field and…..
A late scrich, though the pondering has held all day. Winter’s storm coming in and the wind has truly danced a dervish with the trees, birds, and even a hobbit trying to open her back door. Without the images, the wind cannot be seen……
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