Friday, October 16, 2009
It was twilight, and the Sandhill Cranes were going for their evening walk along Lake Wingra
It was the end of a long, dark, wet day. I was walking through the woods along the lake to get to my car, which I usually can't park on my block because street construction will trap it in the morning. All I saw was gloom, really. And then I saw the cranes. This is what usually happens when there are cranes. It's too dark or you have the wrong camera, the wrong lens or all of the above -- but it doesn't really matter. The magic is in the moment. When it passes. it becomes a wisp of memory. The photo is just a reminder.