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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, April 19, 2011

Searching Golden-cheeked Warbler

      Walking leisurely, and quietly, along the Winstead Creek spring-water area, we looked for the Golden-cheeked Warbler, at the moment nesting in the Hill Country. During our walk, the sweet melodies of birds all around us, we managed to admire, too, the flora and rock formations around us.

 
Beryl stands next to a Texas Madrone tree. 

 
The Black-capped Vireo tears the duff from the Cedar to line its nest, he explained.

 
 We walked through old growth forest on the Edwards Plateau looking for the Golden-cheeked Warbler and spotting, in addition, Hutton's Vireo, Blue-gray Gnatcatcher, White and Black Warbler, Eastern Phoebe, Hermit Thrush, and male and female cardinals. Turkey Vultures kettled overhead. 

 The rock on the ledge along the wash shows the burrows of worms living 125 million years ago.

 
Beryl walks along the Winstead Creek bed. 

 One of hundreds of springs in the Hill Country area. 

The slowly dripping water creates travertines. Ferns and other flora grow around the travertine column in the photo above. The cove provides a good location for nesting by the Green Kingfisher we spotted there.






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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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