out at the crossroads
a macaw on a road trip
free bird, pretty boy
We’ve been home a week and I am sorting through what I brought back with me from this year‘s camping road trip. I’ve decided to keep things in chronological order, at least for now… . so here’s a haiku and a polaroid from the first day, one of our first stops. Who expects to see a macaw at a gas station at a crossroads way out in the country? NOT ME! His person was happy for me to photograph him and told me he was on his way to some kind of “free flight” get together with his other macaw friends.
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