optical illusions

Last night there were loons on the lake and I watched the purple martins dance across the water, jigging and cutting and lancing through the evening breeze, wingtips but an inch from the water's surface.

Tonight was warmer, the loons had migrated northward, there was still a breeze but the martins were finding food elsewhere, probably in a farner's nearby field.

The peepers were out and the geese were nesting.

Still no buds on the trees....


-Bob