that rest stop, the one with the geese (part 1 - chroma)

the white goose in the first couple of photos went about with that haughty, almost regal air of the very insane, the kind of insane that you just don't mess with. the brown goose was far more polite, and never tried to attack my skirt while I was taking photos. obviously, I preferred the brown goose.

I actually forget quite where this rest stop was; bec, my travelling companion and partner in misadventure probably does, and would even tell me, if I ever remembered to ask her.