Shack Postcard

and a little dip back into Hoary-headed Grebes

I’m still at the shack, though about to start packing up as soon as I’ve written you a little postcard. Last week I wrote about waiting for the words to come. Well, I waited all week. I read, walked, swam, waited. Then, just before I was due to go home some words came from the character (I want to write person…but that might be confusing) from whom I’ve…