22 August 2007. Gray dawn, hint of sun. Black dog amidst trees, tall, narrow verticals, as in Seurat. Figure of a man, waiting nearby, hand outstretched--holding something shaped like a cup. Now, just across the street, patient flash of revolving amber light--large green truck, pulled in to curb, also waiting...
Valley fields, somewhere near Wasco. Forlorn towns on dry valley scrub. Once the largest body of water east of the Great Lakes... Kern River out of the mountains, wetlands for miles and miles--cattails and sedge, gray brown mallards with their dark heads, distinctive touches of white... Wings lifting by the thousand, immense...
Yesterday: Stockton school yard field. Empty in late August, no one in sight... Unexpecteded: a flock of Candadian geese, gathered, gleaning...
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