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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 . . .

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Butterflying and Flambeeing Farabee

Friends roasted State Representative David Farabee on behalf of Wild Bird Rescue. I walked around with my new Nikon 9000 Coolpix taking pictures all evening. Here are some of the most pleasing to me. More later.
The Great Horned Owl is one of thousands of species of birds we attempt to save every year. This evening we held the fundraiser to aide us in aiding the birds. 

Raising funds is a part of saving wild birds. 

Sweetly, David Farabee agreed to be roasted in order to raise funds for Wild Bird Rescue. 

Dallas designed this poster with one of the photos I took of David and the Red-tailed Hawk he released after the posing session. It seemed a joy to photograph David, for he was calm as he held the impressive hawk.

Richard Zuber, super auctioneer, coaxed dollars from guests. 

Contributors paid for mealworms. Birds at the center may consume over ten thousand mealworms per year. 

Ellen's other sweet half donated this painting of an oriole. I adore it and wish I could have won the bid. 

We had a charming Master of Ceremonies.

And a charming guest of honor. Birds and we thank you all so much!

 
Then, I stepped out the doors and looked down the hallway. Mindboggling. I can't put my finger on it, but it certainly has to do with the colors and design of the carpet.

I donated four photographs, three of which sold: "Looking Good While Landing," donated in honor of my flight instructor and whose wife bid and won it; "Great Horned Owl," donated in honor of Missi's Mom whose friends' connivance helped her win the bid; and "Fuzzy Fledgling Owl" given in honor of BirdManBob, purchased by Penny. I felt delighted to learn who bought the work, for the purchasers are some of my favorite people. 
The battery of the Coolpix gave up after only an afternoon of picture-taking. Not good.
Such was my evening today. 


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Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
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