For a short time today, I drew by the river. On the riverbank, about one hundred Canada Geese forged for food in the grass. The geese made poor models, moving every few seconds. It was cold, too.
Each time a small flock came in for a landing on the water, every goose on the shore would stop grazing to stand at attention, as if watching the Color Guard from the VFW present the colors.
The gesture was meaningful and memorable.