It felt like a dream

A long days drive that felt like a dream.
Dreamt in a landscape odd yet familiar.

Pelicans held flightless by gale like winds share a lake with old windmills and dusty dry hills.

A turtle crossing a carless dirt road headed towards a pond only this turtle knows.

A landscape left all alone.

Sandhills of Nebraska.



While the classic photo of the Western Meadowlark is taken with the bird singing, mouth wide open, this guy refused to cooperate and sing his wonderful tune while I was watching him. He waited until I got tired and turned my head from the camera to sing his tune, which was magical nonetheless.