Photos and story by Jeff Kurrus
March is a re-kindling of hope. A time to peek at the 10-day weather forecast and celebrate when we see above-freezing temperatures, hoping we also see below-freezing winds.
It’s T-shirt weather. It’s parka weather.
It’s migration days on the Platte River watching birds from the tailgate, closing our eyes and allowing the sun to hit our cheeks like a long-lost friend.
It’s watching cranes come to roost from the heated confines of the same vehicle, pointing from behind the glass.
We try hard in March. We force hikes along our trails in less clothes than we need, hoping beyond hope we can shed our hoodie for the layer beneath.
We use our spud bars on ice, wishing for one more fish through the hard water, while also dressing the line on our fly rods for the first open-water bite.
As photographers, we always answer the phone for tips, for wildlife repeatedly ends up in places they don’t normally frequent, a re-emergence for them as well it seems.
We know winter isn’t quite over, despite the official calendar dates telling us spring begins this month, but many of us hope to see the few remaining morsels of what winter brings while also waiting very impatiently for the world to green around us.
Photo by Jeff Kurrus, Nebraskaland Magazine.
Photo by Jeff Kurrus, Nebraskaland Magazine.
Photo by Jeff Kurrus, Nebraskaland Magazine.
