Light and mist on the water

After about ten days of being cooped up in our homes, coughing and hacking, snorting and sniffing, dragging ourselves from bed to couch, finally today Sue and I felt good enough to take a drive. Not a walk, that would be too ambitious, but a drive, out to Sauvie Island. We saw and heard a flock of over a hundred Sandhill Cranes. They make an astonishing music--a kind of prehistoric wet chortling in the throat. It was a glorious sunny afternoon with ice crusts around the mud puddles, and we thanked our lucky stars that we are here to enjoy this light. Then as we were heading home, we saw this mist rising over the houseboats and fishing boats on Multnomah Channel as the bank of teasel danced in the breeze and a fishing boat headed north toward the Pacific.

Happy birthday to our dear friend Ceridwen, being celebrated as she should be in the midst of her loved ones.