Yet in the worst places in America, where we spend most of our time on tour, I am still able to experience nature in raw and surprising ways. In the shadow of many a Motel 6, I’ve found deer, red fox, rabbits, hawks, and even coyote. Manhattan is a lost cause, but in these remaining scraps of greenery, the struggle for control has not yet been decided.
This morning, with only an hour to spare, I went for a walk behind our Comfort Inn in Ohio. I took these pictures along an abandoned train track just a stone's throw from the hotel.
A newly sprouted hayfield, furrows full of mud from the last snowfall.
Fruits on the fringes.
A burrow.
My favorite kind of ice.
My least favorite kind of ice.
In the puddle of a construction site, brave young shoots penetrate the ice. The mud was so thick that it took my shoe, and stepping out of it, I landed my sock into the freezing mush.
Yellow corn.
Red Corn.
Shotgun shell.
And then, the trees took back the tracks.
