Tuesday, February 25, 2020

one of my favorite birds

American avocet. 

They feed by sweeping their bills side to side in the shallow water or mudflats.
See how their beaks are slightly tilted upwards at the tip.

Sunday, February 23, 2020

side tracked

Music playing, Tully snoring, and I am knee deep in editing my egret images.
But out of the studio doors I hear him...

So off to the back of the car to grab my camera I go.
Now the hunt is on.
I found him in the tree by the side of the studio.

But of course while I'm out there our resident turkey vulture flew by
 to see what all the fuss was about.
Now I'm back to the egret images, you should be seeing them soon.

Friday, February 21, 2020

A Ballet

They danced down the river.

Feet barely skimming the surface of the water. 

And then down went their beak and up went their snowy feet .

And voila dinner was had!

The dance of the snowy egrets.

Monday, February 17, 2020

A true yogi

Get a cup of tea and put your feet up, I have a story to tell.
Meet Clyde, he is a yogi.

This is where he practices yoga, or should I say where he teaches yoga.

He waits by the steps every morning to make sure we show up on time.
Clyde is a stickler when it comes to being on time.

He checks his reflection as he reflects on his own inner strength. 
He is strong and flexible.
Check out his feet.

He likes to greet the friends he's made along the way of becoming real.

This is where he teaches us to breathe.

Clyde makes sure all the props are in place.

First asana, downward bird.

But as a true yogi his heart is in the trees, in the place where life seems the best,
 among the wild things.

But before he leaves he reminds us to be kind and love ourselves so we can love others.
He is a very beautiful vulture, inside and out.

Sunday, February 16, 2020

A little Brahman

We were on our return trip from the zip line in Costa Rica.
 The dirt roads had magic on either side. 
But this magic gave me a thrill. 
The zip line paled in comparison.  

Right before our eyes this sweet newborn Brahman arrived and proud mom licked her clean.

But the joy had just begun as the newborn attempted to stand.

She worked with an inherent ease.

While mom gave an encouraging assist.

And up she goes..

This all took place less than two minutes.
I'm thankful for my iPhone.
I'm thankful the van stopped and let me shoot out of the closed window.
I'm thankful to have been a witness to all of it.

Friday, February 14, 2020

A love affair

Can you better understand why I love the birds?
Glossy Ibis feeding on a crab in Merritt Island.

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Costa Rica

My neck hurts from looking up for a week.


 The Osa Peninsula in Costa Rica was filled with howling monkey sounds and throaty calls of the Scarlet Macaws and Toucans.

My heart was in those trees.

 Always trying to discover who lived up there hiding within the deep canopy. 

Wishing I could be a hummingbird and dive into the center of it all... 

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

eye candy

I am NOT a street photographer.
In fact just thinking of walking around creating images of people on the streets of NYC
 gives me pause to panic.
I'm much happier with my birds and early morning sunrises.
 I love a good reflection or a misty shot of the woods.
But this day, fifteen years ago, I was totally compelled to grab my iPhone and shoot this character walking down the street in lower Manhattan.
 You may not even see him at first glance as he blends beautifully with the graffiti walls.
 This still remains one of my favorites images.
This is best seen on your computer...

Friday, January 24, 2020

Lost in the trunk

This is in Arizona.They call it the hummingbird room. 
It's outside actually, but within these terra-cotta walls. The birds feed on sweet nectar water while I sit with my camera in quiet solitude. This tree captivated me and I was drawn into the trunk texture. Spent a wonderful bit of time losing myself here.

Saturday, January 11, 2020


These two images were taken 15 minutes apart from each other. The cloud cover was thick and I was living in a colorless world. The contrast was beautiful and the darkness felt secure. It was very windy and my lens was misting over with ocean spray. 

But then the light broke through as it always will when you wait patiently. Little bits of peach lining the horizon and the tell tale blue of things to come. 

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

I'm back

Have you been wondering where I've been?
I've been with a flock of a different kind, the human family kind.

Now it's time to get back to the birds that I love.
It's time to watch with a quiet heart, to listen to the beat of their wings and love them from afar.

Thursday, December 26, 2019

on our way

I'll be trading in this view for warmer ocean views very soon. 
The days have been short and intensely beautiful here in Oyster Bay. 
Although this snow melted a long time ago the memory has not gone away.
Each day has brought something new to wonder over. 
The songbirds are busy on the bird feeder, the geese and gulls are in large flocks that fly overhead daily, crying out while beating their wings.
 Our osprey nest sits enticingly waiting for the spring migration.
I will miss the hoots of the great horned owl 
that has hidden itself from me in the woods next to our house.
I will miss the spirit of this magical place that we call home.

Monday, December 16, 2019

the locals

They are here to stay and I'll do my part in providing sunflower seeds and water.

How can you not when you look at these sweet faces.

And their puffed up feathers protecting themselves from the cold.

Friday, December 13, 2019

The "cold moon"

The full moon rose slowly across the bay but not slow enough for me to capture it with the horizon of trees in front of it. 
By the time I got my camera, tripod, my boots, and my coat it was going up up and away.

It kept slipping out of my viewfinder, inching it's way above the bay, 
but not before it left it's warm memory on the water's surface. 
Eventually it lost it's golden color and became white and distant. 
A beacon in our sleeping world.

Wednesday, December 4, 2019


Sometimes two on a branch is better than one.

Other times one is enough.