as I enter the hair salon.
Not everything's frozen.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- January 31: Orange
- January 30: Robins
- January 29: Cedar Waxwing
- January 28: Awake
- January 27: Amaryllis
- January 26: Snowy Owl at the Ice Bar
- January 25: From inside
- January 24: Fake leopard fur coat
- January 23: Pigeons
- January 22: On receiving an album of old photographs
- January 21: Absolution
- January 20: Matinee
- January 19: After shoveling snow on game day
- January 18: Out in the cold again
- January 17: Beaches
- January 16: Full moon joy in Florida
- January 15: Habitat
- January 14: Sanibel
- January 13: Sunset at Myakka Lake State Park
- January 12: Stump Pass Beach State Park
- January 11: Flight to Florida
- January 10: Woodpecker tree
- January 9: Hibernation
- January 8: Breath
- January 7: Landscape of home
- January 6: Sliding in to work on rain-slick ice
- January 5: Beach birding
- January 4: House Sparrow conclave
- January 3: Old moon in the new moon's arms
- January 2: Cancelled trip
- January 1, 2014: Auspicious
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About Me
- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
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