East Coast, West Coast. The other night I fell asleep to a Western Screech-Owl calling softly out my window. Today I am sketching an Eastern Screech-Owl. I drew a Western Screech a couple of years ago in ink. I couldn’t work in color then. Now, in my new invisible girl state, a person without a [...]
Early morning, in the canyon again.
Traversing the country, drawing lines of a sort and making scrawls on a geography vast enough to spur both awe and despair, I have been keeping lists. This is a Big Year. It is not a year in which I am trying to break records for numbers of bird species seen, as that would be [...]
Since May 26, I have travelled 8,037 miles, and both my car (a 2000 Subaru, affectionately titled the Lesburu) and my person are showing signs of exhaustion. I broke down in North Carolina, the car broke down in North Dakota. I got myself back together, and the car begrudgingly hauled me to California, grinding and [...]