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January 19, 2013.
Rafts and rafts of Canada Geese on the river this morning. Noisy birds but when the sun strikes them and their white breasts gleam, they’re beautiful to behold.
Lance Mannion on Wednesday, June 05, 2013 in Mining the notebooks, Notes from the field, Sketchpad 2012-2016 | Permalink
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"I hope to leave them [his 3 sons] good health, an education, and possibly even a competence. But what are they going to do with these things if there be no more deer in the hills, and no more quail in the coverts? No more snipe whistling in the meadow, no more piping of wigeons and chattering of teal as darkness covers the marshes; no more whistling of swift wings when the morning star pales in the east? And when the dawn-wind stirs through the ancient cottonwoods, and the gray light steals down from the hills over the old river sliding softly past its wide brown sandbars--what if there be no more goose music?"
Ken Muldrew |
Thursday, June 06, 2013 at 10:57 PM
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