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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, September 21, 2010

Distracted by Nature


I particularly appreciate it when snakes play dead, instead of lunging at me, frightfully.


Above, a Scissortail Flycatcher standing on a Mesquite branch 
observes me; another dives to catch an insect.

Mourning Dove.

At this time, Starlings grow into adulthood and change into their Fall plumage. 




Flowers still abound in the countryside. 


Prairie Dogs barked, alerting others of my presence. 

The Burrowing Owls remained vigilant of a Northern Harrier hunting above the Prairie Dog town.


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  1. FrancesSeptember 21, 2010 at 10:46 PM

    What lens are you using??? Pictures are crisp and stunning! I so want to see an owl, live and in person!

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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.
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