i’m writing this from a semiconscious perch on my usual desk chair, with a traditional thanksgiving meal in my belly, a load of dishes in the sink, a snubnosed dog in the bed, a healthy family in the other room, and thanks in my heart for all of the above. even the dishes.
found wild turkey primary wing feathers
shoreview, minnesota
This made me think of you: http://www.npr.org/blogs/health/2014/11/12/347736896/how-animals-hacked-the-rainbow-and-got-stumped-on-blue
“But if you grind up the wings, the dust — robbed of its reflective prism structures — would just look gray or brown.”