Philosophical post: snow-bench


Egad, this part of the Midwest is flat.

Last week I participated in a side trip to the Phyllis Haehnle Memorial Audubon Sanctuary, northeast of Jackson, which is a well-known resting place for whooping cranes during their migrations. The terrain is pretty flat, although we stood on an overlook above the marsh that attracts the whoopers, and I didn’t think any of the pictures I took looked particularly lively or interesting.

I just flipped through them again, and wondered if this bench, awaiting birders with its slowly melting cap of snow, might serve as a visual metaphor for…I dunno, life? love? lasagne?

You pick….


  1. tom says:

    Yum! White chocolate Twix bar!

  2. Sammy says:

    Hmm. I guess it was just cold enough and just windy enough that that never occurred to me when I was standing there!

  3. Janet Van Fleet says:

    Lingering, longevity… my birthday!