Heard sandhill cranes crooning in the woods yesterday.
It's warm and brown and squishy on the trails (that is hardly an
enticing description). The lake is two shades of grey, off-white &
slate, as it reverts to it's summer liquid self.
It feels like spring, and it sounds like spring. The woodpeckers are
test-rattling on various surfaces in the neighbourhood, and starlings
(grrr-invasive species here) are making their sliding whistle sound.
If I try hard not to think about the climate change thing, I'm
enjoying the sun and the warmth.
About the image: this one started with a photo of a rain fogged car window, snapped for the sole purpose of eliminating the "blank page syndome", then drew all over it digitally, s-pen, artflow app on a galaxy tab.