Fossils of the wind.

Interesting too, that nearer to you, Long Island has them as well.

One of my keystone images of this late winter derives from a visit to a deserted herpetarium during a downpour, which fell upon a skylight in, as Miguel wrote, a soothing din. All the commonplace sadness and ironies of a zoo were in place, as the soft energy of rain fell on the hard glass which roofed over a dry central garden, around which were walls containing electrically light exhibits of near extinct and extinct frogs, and lizards whose rain forests have gone missing. In one desert scape a leak in the roof let water pour in. It was darkened as workmen swore and converged upon it.

I’m off to see about Mr. Orwell’s frogs!