Blythe, California doesn’t have a lot going for it, and I was ready to leave it after spending four months there last year. But today going through these photos I started to think “I kinda miss living in Blythe.” And then Cyrus, whom I last saw in Blythe, called me! With our vireo work winding down, the seasons changing, and the birds migrating, our own imminent migration has started to take a more prominent position in mind. This fall will be the simplest migration we’ve had since we leaving the East, and at most I’ll make an overnight stopover in the desert between San Diego and the Grand Canyon. And there I was beginning to wonder if we might become desert rats one day.
- A Shebang of Shearwaters
- Crappy Little Timelapse