Category: art

Last Licks

Always sad when an ice cream store stops serving. A container you. Soft Ice Cream. The sweet smell when you walk to the counter to order. Always poured fresh. Grab a napkin and figure out how to start eating it. Point first? A lick? Don’t let the cone soften too much.

Linda, Bird Photographer and Birder

I see her all the time when Sharon and I walk in nearby nature preserves. She draws a crowd of photographers and birders. During a rain delay, I introduced myself and talked to her. She has catalogue over 300 birds at Green Cay. Her overture to do a book was rebuffed. She left in mid- conversation when the rain subsided. “I got to get a bird,” she said.