May 13, 2008
Dance of the big feet.
There’s a lot of recent history waiting to be read in the mud flats of a low, low tide. Geese and gulls and far smaller birdies all leave their prints for a detective to decipher. Who went where? When? Why did they turn around? Where were they going? It’s a dance of chaos and delight, like one of those old step-by-numbers ballroom cha-cha charts gone insane.