Wednesday, January 30, 2013


There are littles everywhere at Wakodahatchee. Herons, egrets and anhingas all sharing the same propagating tree. They all seem to manage the close quarters pretty well. Occasionally a squabble erupts if one mom gets too close to another mom. Parents are busy getting sticks for the nest, sitting patiently or feeding constantly. Everyone is in a different stage of parenting. I could watch them all day, instead I took over 500 images.


Monday, January 28, 2013

proud mama


She is so ready for a good stretch, her babies have arrived, they are wet and practically featherless. She stands above them, preening and rearranging herself. Tomorrow I will share her little ones with you.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

A Wakodahatchee Morning


Well this great blue heron is waiting for her partner to come back with a stick to add to the nest they have been working on all morning. Just after this unbelievable stretch he swooped in with the best little stick he could find. She was happy and he dutifully went for more.


Thursday, January 24, 2013

the great wait




It's time to get back to making images of birds. I will have to stand very still at the shoreline and wait patiently, just like this beautiful great blue heron.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

barking up the right tree

Ok this is fun, I am experimenting with three square images that relate well with each other. This represents tree bark from Florida trees, some from the Everglades and one from my backyard! 

Monday, January 21, 2013

triplets

I found these three images in my files and put them together as a single print. I think they would be great hung together. The colors are so intense and limey. I'll try a few more of these..

Saturday, January 19, 2013

moments


It seems like yesterday that the grandchildren were chasing after butterflies to capture in their nets,  blowing bubbles by the pool, and playing in the grass with their dad.


The seasons are passing by too fast.

Friday, January 18, 2013

day's end


This is so linear and graphic yet reflective of the warm retreating light.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Sunday, January 13, 2013

pick me!


This gerber daisy reminds me of the dahlias that I love so much.I like the purple and green background against the deep red of this petal greeter.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

peachy keen


I'd like to pull up a chair and just sit here for awhile.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

gerber daisies


I love gerber daisies. When you buy them they are perfectly formed, all round and tidy. I happen to love them more when they are a bit twitchy looking. Did I make that word up?


This one is all calm and organized, really beautiful...

Sunday, January 6, 2013

A Poem

A good friend sent me this poem after reading my "In Memory of Trees" blog. It is particularly poignant knowing that in Long Island they are cutting up the felled trees in the woods at Grandma's house. I'm learning to love every aspect of a tree even if it no longer stands before me.


Today they are cutting down
the old maple in the backyard,

a crew of three men, one
on a machine with long neck

that raises him into high branches;
one who has dismantled a part

of the fence that hugs the tree;
one wearing spikes, his chain saw

and other tools hooked to his belt;
high up, cutting thick branches

among dense leaves, working back
towards the scarred and damaged trunk.

The old maple has blushed faint
green in spring, glowed gold in fall,

spun lace in winter, runway and airport
for squirrels, birds—an owl one year—

a pair of woodpeckers who nested,
laid eggs: a starling killed the chicks.

But it's older than we are old
and might come crashing down.

It's being dismantled, the way
age dismantles, higher branches

cut first, then pruned back
until we can see from the sliced

raw trunk—twelve feet around—
an account of age. At dinner time,

three squirrels, tentative, peer
over the fresh stump,

perplexed that their whole world
has vanished.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Are you KIDDING me?


You can't make this stuff up!
 I just found this street image I took back in 2005 in lower manhattan. If you look closely you will see that his shirt says WHY? on the back. I was on the other side of the street and fortunately had a point and shoot camera in my purse. Every time I look at this I am dumb struck by details. What a wonderful story this tells. And to think I was there when he walked by.

Friday, January 4, 2013

The Royal Terns


The old men and the sea. Check out the receding hairlines.The one on the left has a bald spot and they all have knobby knees. They are a bit weathered don't you think?

Wednesday, January 2, 2013