Mike Glier (b. 1953)

"On an October morning I walked through a flock of Bluebirds along a hedgerow that was full of asters and goldenrod. The bluebirds did not rise up as a group as I walked amongst them. Instead, individuals lifted and settled a few yards ahead and then hopscotched back as I continued to approach to resettle where they had been. It was like passing through a cloud whose molecules were stirred but whose shape and position were unaffected by my passing." —Mike Glier