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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 . . .

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Barrow Pit Afternoon

      Spotted: Red-headed, Buffle-headed, and Ruddy ducks; Northern Shovelers and American Coots, all in the barrow pit. The sun cast its rays beautifully upon them.
      Encouraged by Penny's weekly reports on the barrow pit, I made my way there late this afternoon. Lugging my tripod, 70-200mm and 35mm lenses, my Nikon F6, and an armful of film, I still had the experience of listening as my camera re-wound itself just as a lovely group of Northern Shovelers took off and flew a scant ten yards in front of me. Oh, well.
      Along the shores of Lake Wichita I could see through my binoculars the numerous seagulls and coots, and a Great Blue Heron.
      If my pictures look okay I will update this post next week.

Update: My pics, finally, developed, look fine. 


Red-headed, Buffle-headed, and Ruddy Ducks. 
Northern Shovelers.
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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
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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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