Across the Setting Sun's Sky

     This weekend, I took a few joyrides out to the marsh fields of Marshfield, Wisconsin. Ever since I had my driver's license, I had always taken a quick ride to nowhere. It was an easy escape from everyone and everything. Today, it still is... but with my camera.

     As I was tooling along a road named Smokey Hill, an old dirt n' dust track in the farmland that cuts through a glorious open wetland, a swarm of red-winged blackbirds flew out of the brush. They were wild and ecstatic. Flying to and fro, the blackbirds simulated a swirling ecstasy of motion. It was an awesome sight to behold across the setting sun's sky.