birdspot

I have arrived at the Visual Arts Center in Canton, Massachusetts. I walked the sanctuary earlier this evening – it was fairly quiet, with few migrants, around 60 degrees with calm winds from the south. The dropping sun was beautiful, the smell of the pine groves intoxicating. I am acclimated to asphyxiating (I live in NYC). I am rather happy to be here. How often does someone call you up and say come stay at our estate/refuge and look at birds and make whatever drawings you want and here are three beautiful rooms at your disposal for three weeks? Like, um, never?