But this morning, in the dark, a duck was crossing the road. I didn't hit her, and she stopped. Headlights. Noise. It's nice to see her back. A pair of mallards wanders the neighborhood each spring. Sometimes they swim in the tiny pond that appears at the back corner of two lots here after a strong rain. As happened yesterday.
Mixed with snow. No doubt the ducks didn't like that any more than I did.
Poets in the community are reading poems composed in response to objects and information in the current exhibit on Mexican popular arts.
The museum exhibit is set up like a tourist visit if you could travel through time, getting your passport stamped in every region, seeing colorful stuff and learning a lot about history, pottery, handicrafts, stone, the Mayans, and Catholic saints as you go! Free, fun, colorful, cultural.
Thanks to the museum for the graphic, Country Financial for helping to sponsor the exhibit, and Richard Bartz for the ducks.