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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Sandpipers and Plovers

      The number of birds grows. Added this day: Least Sandpiper and Snowy Plover.
      In addition, nearby I spotted and photographed the White-rumped Sandpiper, Lesser Yellow-legs, Dowitcher, Avocets, Northern Shovelers, Gadwalls, Great Blue Heron, Killdeer, Mockingbird, Mourning Dove, Turkey, Turkey Vultures, Loggerhead Shrike, Meadowlark, Savannah and White-crowned sparrows, and three Canada Geese, one of which appeared to be sitting on her nest  . . .  or just plum ornery about me stomping around the ponds.
      On the way, Red-winged Blackbirds in their striped feathers, Black-necked stilts, Ibis, and Blue-winged teals, along with Common Grackles and swallows on the bridges.

White-rumped Sandpiper and Snowy Plover.
White-rumped Sandpiper.
Least Sandpiper.
An Ibis (White-faced) and Blue-winged Teals.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Busy Birding Morning

    Flush with excitement after my participation in the Big Day, I set out to view birds on my own. An old oil field patch, devastated by careless drillers from way back in the '40s, still has salty soil unable to grow plants; however and somehow, the berms we built to retain water have become a successful ecosystem for birds and other creatures. Avocets, Black-necked Stilts, Killdeer, Sandpipers, and now I discovered that even Dowitchers stop by to benefit from the myriad lifeforms the birds need to survive. 
    In addition to the shorebird life, sparrows, blackbirds, flycatchers, and orioles depend on the area for nesting and food.
    Not surprisingly, I finished the morning with a long bird list: Red-winged Blackbirds, Northern Shovelers, House Sparrow, White-crowned Sparrow, Turkey Vultures, Common Grackles, Northern Harrier, Meadowlarks, Harris' Sparrow, Brown-headed Cowbird, Mourning Doves, White-winged Doves, Pigeons, Song Sparrow, Savannah Sparrow, Mockingbird, Bufflehead, White-bellied Sandpiper, Killdeer, Green-winged Teal, Canada Goose, American Kestrel, Lark Sparrow, Ibis, Red-tailed Hawk, Loggerhead Shrike, Turkey, Hooded Merganser, Red-headed Ducks, Great Blue Heron, Gadwalls, Bobwhite Quail, Common Snipe, Lesser Yellowlegs, and, of all things, a Sandhill Crane tucked in the grass, perhaps injured or sick . . . or nesting?

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Group Photo

     When I take a picture of a group, I take several images. I do so because, invariably, someone has closed eyes, or is  not smiling, or . . .  as in today's group, one of them has to clown around.

Redtail Hawk, Juvie.

Hovering over my house, a juvie Redtailed Hawk rode the thermals searching for food.
Composited image.

Friday, March 11, 2016

My Favorite Fly Fishing Gear

A collection of my favorite things, gathered together and then light painted. 
Fly fishing reminds me of my brother, Freddy, who looks dapper in his fly fishing hat.
Oh, I forgot to include my hat in this image.

Sunset and Trees

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Fledglings Re-visited

While perusing my old files to find pictures for the next newsletter for Wild Bird Rescue, I found many images from the past. 

Mockingbird and Robins.

The late, great, Bob Lindsay holding a Barn owl.


Inca Dove.

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Switchboard and Headset

The Museum of North Texas History owns a historic switchboard. 
They will use my pictures as part of the invitation to one of their events.

Let Lovely Turn of Phrase Begin

Give Me a Kiss to Build a Dream On

Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.