The Sandhill Cranes

At Jasper-Pulaski Fish & Wildlife Area 

The sandhill crane migration is in full swing.

My friend Kathy snapped this great pic with her telephoto lens.

I'm a little jealous.

But I was still able to get a few shots of the birds coming in.

The weather was absolutely the best we've ever encountered.

That is to say, we stayed until sundown and still had feeling in our limbs.

If you have time and are local, this is a great time to go.

At Lakenenland

A great sculpture park.
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Sandstone Quarry

We dove into the woods and found the old quarry Gene's dad used to swim in as a kid. The guys would take a heavy rock to weight themselves down, a knife to carve their names and they would dive as deep as they could go.
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The Keweenaw's South Shore

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Miner's Falls

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The Salmon Light Breaking Over Lake Superior

Incredibly calm.
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Mighty Mac

Our feet have reached the U.P.
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Rewrite

I am busy.  My friends are busy.  The whole world, it seems, is busy, which I'll take as a good sign, for the moment.  America is recreating itself, rewriting its story, transitioning into something new.  Again.  Always.  Musically speaking, transitions have a preferred rhythm.  They are fast and light.  I like that.   For the moment.  Soon I'll be happy to slow down and study the new movement, the latest words.

Artistically, I've put down my poetry pen for awhile and have turned my hand toward fiction.  My little office is covered with maps and dry-erase boards filled with characters and locations and notes about physics and the cosmos and entropy.  Someone will be killed in this fiction, because I dig that sort of thing.   I could be writing a mystery, but I don't want to say that too loudly or the anti-genre police will come and take my markers away.  Bastards.  Maybe if I call it something else...

Mystery, I mean Gothic, I mean -- hell, I don't know what I mean.

Dry Waterfalls

Gene and I slipped away to Starved Rock for Anniversary 27. The drought is lingering here and the waterfalls are dry. But we saw a bald eagle watching us and some pelicans fishing above the dam on the Illinois River. Below the dam the asian carp were flying out of the water in a wild frenzy next to the locks. They were something to see.
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Epiphany

Epiphany was kind enough to publish "Boy It'll Be Gone Soon" in their Spring/Summer 2012 issue.  Many thanks to them!