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?