For The Birds

It snowed last night. A wet spring snow.  Not a lot, but a nourishing gift of water for all.

The aroma of  the high desert  was vibrant this morning.  An intoxicating,  perfumed alchemy  of wet earth, willow and sagebrush magically woven together,  matched only by the dance of  clouds and shadows and light.

Now, closing in on mid day, much of last night’s snow is gone, melted into the earth  in an ephemeral testament to spring’s capriciousness.

Earlier this morning, camera and I went down to Washoe Lake.  There, a multitude of birds performed a raucous avian symphony, celebrating their appreciation of wetlands finally wet and an exquisite morning so wonderfully and freely offered for all to enjoy. It was great to have a front row seat.

***Washoe Valley, Nv.  Photo by Bruce Czopek

 

 

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Washoe Lake, Nv.  Photo by Bruce Czopek

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Washo Lake, Nv. Photo by Bruce Czopek

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Washoe Lake.  Photo by Bruce Czopek***

Landing on Washoe Lake. Photo by Bruce Czopek***

Canadian geese.  Photo by Bruce Czopek

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5 thoughts on “For The Birds

    • Such is the beauty of art. You have a great feeling for people, their character, and their place in the moment. I tend towards the landscape, its place, and the paradox of how something so solid can be so spontaneous in the moment. Same event, different pieces of the mysterious puzzle?

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