Solo Sandhill Crane Cards
Usually in February my mind begins to wander West along the Platte River. Countless Sandhill Cranes migrate on the Platte River Valley as they rest and fuel up before summarizing their northward migration. I have a mental list of contents for the cooler, packed the night before our journey. Enough "provisions" for us and the dogs as we make our annual visit with the Cranes. The truck is always packed and early gassed for our very departure from home. Accompanied by my old "trucking thermos" we leave the house two or three in the morning to beat the sunrise over the valley. We usually repeat this routine several times between February and mid-April. We opt to skip the popular "viewing locations", poorly maintained, unmapped country roads. Binoculars, spotting scopes, tripods and 3 or 4 cameras in tow most of our fondest crane-viewing memories are from "unbeaten paths" that meander around that part of Nebraska. Unfortunately, we didn't make the trip this year. instead, I found myself in the studio recovering from a December surgery and pouring through photographs from previous outings, regretting being "too busy" for our meeting with the Cranes. I had this crane set aside as a "queen day"endeav or. having been meticulously working on floral projects since the first operations in December, I awake needed a break and different subject matter. This years’ migration has long since past. The I worked on this piece I could only rely on my memories of the emotions, the excitement of first sightings during this amazing event spring. Hopefully next year we are able to make our annual trek... Thanks for listening.
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