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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 . . .

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Fisheye Dachsund

Portside wearing his Valentine's Day sweater, D2h, ISO 200, 10mm, f20, 1/50, AF DX Fisheye-Nikkor 10.5mm, f1:2.8 G ED.



D2h Hodge

      Quick shots with a D2h and a tethered Speedlight SB-900, ISO 200, 10mm, f11, 1/160 with an AF DX Fisheye-Nikkor 10.5mm f1:2.8 G ED of Hodge scampering around the trees; slight cropping during post processing in the digital darkroom . . .




Friday, February 10, 2012

Gabriel Dawe: Plexus No. 12

      At the Fain Arts Center, Gabriel Dawe spent eight days installing 250 miles of thread with an astonishing outcome. View a video on YouTube of him installing Plexus No. 4.

Plexus No. 12, Gutermann thread, wood, hooks.






When Dawe disestablishes his creation, he displays the thread encased in plexiglass, as shown below.





Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Random Visit to Past Wild Bird Rescue

      A nice lady asked me to contribute some images I took of the wild birds at Wild Bird Rescue for an article she has written. Searching through albums felt both thrilling and trying, for the pictures reminded me of the wonderful times I spent volunteering for Bob Lindsay (whom I referred to as "BirdManBob") on behalf of Wild Bird Rescue.

Bob feeding a quickly growing Great Horned Owl. He subsequently asked a volunteer to transport him/her (Bob insisted that I personalize the wild birds and to not refer to them as "it.") to Lubbock.

One of my favorites: Bob holds a baby Inca dove.

      Volunteer Pete devotes many hours of his week tending to ducks and geese. Here the Mallards enjoy fresh water. 

       I think this is a baby Mississippi kite. And that is Bob's hemostats handing him/her a small piece of beef heart.

Common Nightjar.

     Terry holds a Burrowing owl. Bob eventually released this owl in a Prairie dog town on a nearby private ranch.

       At first, Bob could not figure out the species of the bird shown above; as he/she grew, it became evident she was a cardinal. 

Yellow-crowned heron. 

Cedar waxwing.

Scissortail Flycatcher. 

Woodpecker.

Chris checking on a baby Barn owl. What a belly!

Chris feeds a baby Barn owl.

      Chris feeds Mississippi kites. This photo, though, does not show the fifty or so kites that surround Chris as they sit patiently for her to feed them. 

A Cliff swallow peers outside the incubator.

Frank gives worms to a nightjar.

A hatchling. Hard to say which species at this point in her life.

     Yellow-crowned heron in an aviary outside, raised from a nestling and now only a few weeks away from freedom.

Eastern Kingbird.

Hungry Purple Martins.

A volunteer feeds a Red-shouldered hawk. The hawk eats pieces of beef heart.

Two robins and a mockingbird.

Tiny hatchlings eating worms from Lila's hand.

Nightjar.

Penny feeds a robin.

Tiny!

Pied-billed grebe.

      In view of the enormous number of shore birds arriving at Wild Bird Rescue in 2011, raising the cost spent by the organization on food, the Texas Master Naturalists volunteered to catch dinner for them.



Let Lovely Turn of Phrase Begin

JMHawley Gave 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.