Winter Birds

One of my favorite "winter" songs from a beloved album.

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If you're interested, the image is a close-up shot of a snow-covered log from a hike my husband and I did last June of a once-bustling, late-19th/early 20th-century mining town, now a ghost town delightfully overgrown with trees that nearly rival mountain tops in height.  Elongated shadows played tag in the uppermost tree branches as we craned our necks upward and watched, feeling like the mere mortals we are, standing so far below.  A humbling moment it was.

I breathe a sigh of relief when nature fixes the environmental devastation caused by humans.