Monday, February 22, 2016

February 21, 2016 Cottonwood Trail: A Sanctuary

I can see the color orange across the wetlands.  A man is using binoculars to look at something high in the trees on the edge of the forest.

When I approach, he tells me that he has seen both a flicker and a pileated woodpecker high up in the same tree.

He is a former Bosnian, who fled the wars in 1994.

Around his neck, he wears Swaroski binoculars.

"I thought I needed them." he says. "They cost three thousand dollars.  You don't need any like this."

"I like to come here to be alone.

I think of many things."

He smiles broadly and raises his arms like a runner crossing the finish line.

"Or I can think of nothing."

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