Sun-kissed and windswept January morning with no heron in the first mile, one in the second and two in the third. All three stood facing the sun, one on log, two on land was what I could see.
By the locks 11 find one pair new driving gloves manufactured by Tillman ™ with intact packaging. “Top grain/split cowhide” reads the manufacturer’s description, beneath a logo that shows a stylized man merged with a peace symbol in a neo and post-modern a logo that harkens back to and updates Da Vinci’s drawing with the man in the circle.
Three bits of sycamore and the veins of a dried leaf, the skeletal remains of deciduous foliage are of natural interest as well as a turkey vulture that came down to earth and stood on the curved branches of a naked bush along the creek, about twenty feet west of the fallen tree trunk that was the place where the first heron, Payne’s grey epaulettes on a cinder colored almond body, stood but had left blank on my return walk. It is good to feel the sunshine and the northwest wind stirring the air and scudding the water in the creek, which rushes past the second heron standing stock still by the humans’ pipeline sign.
