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Sunday September 15, 2013

Dave Bonta September 15, 2013

Cold at sunrise. A pileated woodpecker hitches up the trunk of tall locust, pausing to yell when he reaches the sunlit crown.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black locust, pileated woodpecker, sunrise
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Cover of Ice Mountain with a linocut of a big ridgetop tree.
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