No, not storm petrels in Ohio, I am in Ohio, somewhere, in a dingy motel with craptastic internet that keeps cutting out on me and, apparently, a train track outside my window. I should have just slept in the car tonight. I am drawing storm petrels, and thinking of the sea. With a constant video of an eternally unwinding road seared into my vision, the rocking of a boat is easy to imagine. Even my quietest moments are afflicted with movement. Only a week ago, I was on a boat for twelve hours a day, for most of a week. I am on my way to North Dakota. After that, I am not sure what I am doing.
Wilson’s Storm Petrels, digital sketch.
Hey Catherine,
If you’re looking for something to do after ND, we don’t do dingy, we have reliable Wi-Fi, very little train traffic, and I have a banjo that’s begging to be played by someone who knows what they’re doing. I also have a friend who’s a much better birder than I who I’m sure would love to meet you. Tempting?
Phil
Sounds like road fatigue to me. Perhaps you need some quiet time in NM, although you might want to wait until it stops burning to a crisp. The storm petrels are beautiful. Hope you fine yourself in a prettier place soon. xoxox
Much prefer the petrels to the blackburnian warblers as an expression of the possiblilities of digital.
Beautiful stuff as always.
Paul