A muddy Bison Bull crosses a Prairie Dog town, hopefully avoiding stepping into burrows and seemingly on a mission. He lumbered steadily and undeterred in my direction yesterday afternoon in Custer State Park staring at me the entire time. I loved the eye contact and the illusion that he is emerging from something and about to step into my space. I felt a definite connection with him…but then he lumbered by me and crossed the road.
You make me laugh. May I contact you to be my writer should I be tapped to make an important speech? love, Penny