Daisy

She brought her bucket, and dug a hole in the sand, then she buried her feet and told me she lost them. We looked everywhere, did the birds take them? Soon they crabbed their way out of the sand and voila, feet were returned! What a relief.

Now we can run....

Merry Christmas

An old fashion Christmas greeting.

Grandma's red glass lived in a glass house that got crushed by hurricane Sandy. It was always bright and cheery and gave her so much pleasure. I thought you might like to soak in the Christmas red and transparent light.

Merry Christmas everyone.

still waiting

I know he's coming.

Is he here yet?

Wait…I think I see him.

No, that was a squirrel..

yep! There he is!

no wait that's not him.

That's him!

oh no that's not him

Where are you Santa?

A featherly suggestion

Make sure you get some rest so you can be present at Christmastime.

every which way

Busy busy...

Everyone seems to be heading off in different directions

daydreams

This is where I wait. 

The UPS guy should be coming any minute. 

I might like to have a bite of him.

 No, no I was just woofing you. Really I was, I can dream can't I?

What's taking him so long….

on my wavelength

Imagine you are a feather floating on the surface. Up the wave you go, to the crest where it darkens and becomes turbulent then down you slide on the other side. A peaceful respite before it begins again. If you didn't take the journey you would never get there.

A flock of ….

Now you see them..

now you don't

They were in the hundred's on this cold winter beach day. They swooped from one tree to the next. There were so many, I was in awe of their numbers. They chirped and sang while I cranked my neck and froze in my boots wondering who they were?

frigid feathers

I can't help myself, I just love these birds

He hunkered down in a little pile of sunflower seeds that I put in the non functioning bird bath.

Puffing up helps to keep warm.

Blue jays won't come if they see me near the feeder, chicken….

birds of a feather crowd together

I love to go out and photograph the birds during a snow storm. 

Between the bird feeder and the hydrangea bushes they are well taken care of in our backyard.

They even get used to me standing out there next to them.

A word from Tully

I was born in Texas and raised as a young puppy in Florida. I know my warm way around pretty much. I have climbed mountains, you remember that right? I have solved the mysteries of the 4th of July, I have followed the grandchildren to keep them in line. I have had my fair share of good sniffs. But THIS? What is THIS? Are you kidding me? Do you think this is fun? I don't think this is fun. I haven't pooped in two days and my face has frozen so I can't eat. Someone come save me, I can't take it much longer.. 

If you come I will donate my blue puff coat that mom makes me wear when we walk. woof

the fluffy stuff

and so it goes, I mean snows

and they continue to work on our new house through it all...

hoot,hooot

Look who I found last night.

Let the adventure begin...

balancing act

I have been practicing standing on one leg while brushing my teeth.

 My teacher was this black necked stilt.

end of a day

This hibiscus has what it takes to create a Florida sunset.

Happy Thanksgiving

I am thankful to be able to share my love of nature with you.

pleased to meet you

Look who showed up for dinner!

I'm going to have a harder time eating this guy now that we've been introduced.

We bonded while discussing our chins...

a memory

Some things are better left to your imagination.

barriers

We create our own barriers.

 We imagine them to be impenetrable, made of stone and hard metals, that are dug deeply into the earth.

What we don't realize is that there is freedom on the other side. The water is not as deep as it appears, the release is not as far away as it looks. Once your feet get wet you have the support of old foundations. You can grab the rope and pull what you want towards you, release yourself to your new surroundings and just go with it....

color over load

I miss purple.

transitions

A fleeting moment.

I love this community of old souls.

 They have traveled from high above to underfoot where we will watch them disappear back into the earth.

beginning to say goodbye

Right now it's all about color and intensity and saturation.

Soon it will be about form and contrast and simple lines.

Winter will bring a beauty all it's own….

out to play

I spent the afternoon wandering with my camera. I discovered auburn colored sea grasses backlit by the late afternoon sun, heavy chains wrapped on a rusted orange pipe left from the dock that was brought on shore for the winter. Later I found an old sunken boat reflected in a still pond, and then a large group of wild turkeys waddled in front of my lens. They were frantic and disrupted the quiet of this secluded pond, ducks took wing and left me alone to enjoy the crazy turkeys. 

I ended my day on this dock watching the Long Island winter sunset.

What did you do? nothing

Where did you go? nowhere 

by by birdies

WHAAAT? 

You're leaving already, you just got here!

Settle down Aunt Hinga she'll be back soon.

paying the price

Impression is beautiful, serene, dreamlike.

Reality is being eaten alive by no-see-ums.

the fairest way

To tell the truth this is when I like golf best.

lemon meringue

The winds were heavy and it was raining lightly. Great time to head to the beach and watch the power of the waves and follow the feeding shorebirds.

 I expected to see birds chasing the waves for food. But instead I witnessed a lemon shark get caught by local fishermen. Now I realize my sensitivities spill over to sharks as well, I can't seem to escape my heart wrenching response to captured animals. But thankfully he was released to swim our Florida waters once more. I have since read that they are social creatures so I imagine his group is glad to have him back. I just hope the sore on his mouth heals soon.

 He was beautiful.

inner worlds

I'm having a close encounter with a dew drop. 

Blowing Rock

It's magical what a slow shutter speed can do. Wouldn't you love to have that power over your life?

morning preening

There was an early morning mist, the sun was hidden from me.

And then it slowly burned off and introduced clear beautiful blue skies. This American Kestrel sat on top of a very tall dead tree and preened in the morning light.