September 30, 2022
When I think back to this day I think of blue skies, wind in hair, and autumn leaves. Electric yellow and orange trees lined Snow Bowl Road in Flagstaff, Arizona, adding warmth to the sea of pines.
My sister and I wandered into an aspen grove and met two artists painting the landscape, a pizza box wedged between their easels. It looked like good, honest fun.
All of the usual players were present— woodpeckers, ravens, chickadees, and jays. I snagged a shot here and there, but my sister found the coolest bird of the day: a White-breasted Nuthatch crawling up and down a tree trunk. I relished in how well its auburn rump matched the fall leaves.
It’s the little things in life.
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Gone Birdin' 