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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 . . .

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Pics for Wild Bird Rescue

     Cassandra honored me by asking me to include some of my images of the rescued birds at Wild Bird Rescue. They plan to use the images for a calendar fundraiser, and for a memorial to former educational birds. I included a Cedar Waxwing sitting on a holly branch that Marge brought in for it; a growing Scissortail Flycatcher (or Kingbird) that Chris fed, and a close-up of Stevie.




Great White Egret and Great Blue Heron


Happy Bullfrogs in Every Pond


Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Green Heron Juvie




      Earlier this year, specifically in May, and then again in June, I spotted a flock of Green herons at Lisa Lake. They appeared to have settled in to nest. And now, mid-August, I found two juvenile Green herons in the same reeds, hunting for flies and fishing. 

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.