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  • For the past few winters I periodically drive to a shopping strip right before sunset and wait. I put my camera on a tripod and point it at the wires. The development of the parking lots and chain stores occurred at a time when wetlands were called swamps. The land was cheap and the cost of drying it out was no obstacle. This is a familiar shopping district if you have ever been in a Walmart, Home Depot, or Target.

    I am the only pedestrian not walking toward a car or a store. For less than twenty minutes small flocks of starlings gather on the wires that feed communications and power. The birds gackel for a bit - take off - only to fly round and sit again on the wires. Then they leave in waves of a hundred at a time. They do this every day. I imagine their parents did it. And, I imagine their grandparents did it when the wetland thrived.

    It gets cold. I go home thinking of what I'm doing now, like these pages, the data I make, the swarm I have become.

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