This time of year, I spend a lot of days doing this. I walk around, look at and count plants, note erosion, pull tics off my pant legs, and occasionally see snakes. In the photo above, I am standing on a berm on a constructed wetland (the wetland is to my left). Obviously, we need to do some work here -- this berm is eroding away which means the wetland isn't holding water as long as it should and not supporting the water-loving plants we would like to grow there. Mark, our landscape architect, made me be in the photo for scale. I was like, dude, what if I was a giant? This could actually be the Grand Canyon and I make it look tiny!
Also, Crosby tells me I look like a boy when I'm in the field. I think I look prepared. However, I am trying to remedy this situation and purchased a hot pink field shirt. Photos soon.
2 comments:
i have no recollection of this statement. perhaps i meant that you look positively jumpable? you know how i feel about the khaki. :)
LL wears snake gaiters in the field like a lady.
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