One of these mornings, I'll hear the sound of geese overhead, hidden by the fog.
A stingray floating overhead, a country goose in mid-flight.
A gaggle of Canada geese meandered overhead, honking.
Herons, hawks, migrating birds and Canadian geese flew overhead, between cottonwoods and among the yellow and chartreuse reeds.
So has a sunscreen in midpier made of angled panels meant to recall the wings of Canada geese flying overhead.
Some geese flew overhead in a V-formation, and the trees swayed back and forth, as if they, too, were seeking touch.
As I sat down in a lawn chair, two geese flew overhead, then alighted on a patch of concrete adjacent to the interweaving White Lightning and Blue Thunder slides.
Pink-footed geese fly overhead on their way back to Greenland, rooks caw in the beech trees, a charm of chaffinches sing from the dead branches of an alder, and black-headed gulls follow a tractor ploughing in the distance.
In the magic light of late afternoon, with trees rustling and the occasional flight of geese honking overhead, Daniel Ostling's unit set looked calculated to make the most of the open-air setting.
On the day I visited, the wind was biting and a flock of Canadian geese flew overhead.
