by Barbara Gurry/rowell
While driving down a country road I was startled when a Sandhill Crane danced by my window. Displaying a laissez-faire attitude as she passed me by. Nature had done it to me again. She had filled me with emotions and memories of the unconscious freedom of youth. A fleeting, bittersweet moment remembering life before adult captivity. Once I put my brush to my paper I struggled more than usual to evoke my emotion, I was aware of how hard it is to be free like the crane.