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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