People call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a door mat or a prostitute. Rebecca West
Friday, January 29, 2010
I can't lay claim to this photo, my friend Julia took it last weekend down in the wildlife refuges along the Rio Grande Valley. It's a Sandhill crane feather caught in some fourwing saltbush, but she promised to share - so I'm sharing this with everyone. It seems to me to capture it all - the tenuous hold on existence that cranes have had throughout our contemporary history, the icy cold weather, the grey and brown world of this winter, so unlike the usual blue skies of previous NM winters.