>She tromped through the wet grass in calf-high Sorel snow boots > At the first sliver of morning light on the eastern horizon, the treetop planet croaks to li

>She tromped through the wet grass in calf-high Sorel snow boots > At the first sliver of morning light on the eastern horizon, the treetop planet croaks to life. This mass of shrieking marauders lifts up and atomizes again into x-shaped silhouettes, Does anyone else find it distracting when journalists attempt to imitate their literary heroes and write ham-fisted prose like this? I'm all for experimental journalism, but this really took away from the thrust of the article for me.