Keeping My Head in the Game October 01 2014
Friends and enemies alike have noted that few things1 make me as happy as stomping around in the woods with a camera.
After returning from just that kind of woodsy-stomp-a-licious tour today, I noticed that there was something, um, foreign in my hair. Burrs! 2
Starting now, these little green beasts are my new measure of woodsy success -- tangled, joyous reminders of hours spent dipping low to the ground, kneeling and crouching to get just the right angle for seeing tiny things up close. Pardon the selfie, but this burr-studded love is just too big to contain.