August 16, 2008 in More Logbook

Katydid moon

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Full moon. Calm air. Smooth water. Slack tide. I paddled my kayak out into the middle of the river and let myself drift. The moon was already high in the sky. A light air rippled the water ever so slightly, shimmering and scattering moonlight. A katydid chorus was audible for both shores of the river, filling the valley with vibration.

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