








A bridge once spanned the banks
Narrow
Challenged one’s balance
Long gone
That bridge
All that remains
A memory
Reflecting
In abstract water

A sliver moon peeked through the clouds followed by a red sky.


The cranes that have been foraging in the field north of us have become quite bold, letting me get much closer to them for photos. The cranes will start flying north this month. In the weeks to come there will be few left. All but maybe a few stragglers will be gone by March.
