This morning I stepped outside the cabin at 6:30 a.m. to capture the sun at the moment of its rising. Before 9 a beaver, several buffleheads and mergansers, a brace of mallards, a couple of crows, an eagle and a turkey vulture had crossed my line of sight.
And the clueless still ask me why I prefer the North Woods of upper Michigan to the concrete wasteland of Chicago.
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