Saturday Evening Post #103: The End of the Day — Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER – –doesn’t mean I’m LOST

The title is a part quote from John Muir, he of Yosemite and the High Sierras. He said, “The end of an Endless Day”. He wandered free and with no encumbrances through the High Sierras and recorded his impressions from the delicacy of a leaf, the fog rolling through the redwoods all the way to […]

Saturday Evening Post #103: The End of the Day — Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER – –doesn’t mean I’m LOST
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