Last Saturday morning, I woke up shortly after the sun had awakened and Huntley Meadows, one of the local wildlife refuges, beckoned. There was only one thing that made me think that maybe, just maybe, I should stay in bed. The sky was overcast and the weather casters predicted about two inches of rain for the weekend. I was pretty sure I wanted to just go out, go for a short hike, and take some pictures. There was, however, something weighing on my mind. It was grey. It was dull. What pictures were there to take in such a day as this? In short, while I knew what I wanted to do, how will the reality of the on and off drizzle mesh with my idea of taking pictures of birds in spring? My heart said go ahead. My head asked why? How so?
Sometimes the head wins out. Sometimes the heart flutters too much and like the sweet smell of sampaguitas, the feeling envelops you, and the world feels new. Is new. The dawn of a new day. A little muted, perhaps, but alive with possibilities.
And so it was that three hours was spent walking around in the on and off sprinkles from the sky. And sometimes, the sun decided to tease a little warmth into the cool May morning. The heart may be a lonely hunter at times, but then again, it can only be so. For in the ups and downs and ups in life, we find our way to life lived, a life lived well.
How so? The answer is simple. Make it so. And here are the pictures to prove it.
A Blood Wolf Super Moon was in view for vast swats of North America. Did I mention that it was cold? I wanted to set up the camera on a tripod but it was just a little bit too cold.
It was quite an interesting site, even in the suburbs. Fortunately, the moon was almost at its zenith, which made for obstruction free, frozen shooting. I don’t think I want to be in the Discovery Channel show about living above the arctic circle. Now, that antarctic winter adventure, however, that is still a dream (or nightmare).
As I gazed upon one year old twins, I think about my own youth. Once, I was the baby on the crib, nurtured by parents who provided for my needs, sheltered me from the elements, protected me from harm. As I grew older, they grew older and so it is with every person, of every generation. We are like the sun, first rising slowly, lighting a path on a dark planet. Slowly but surely it rises higher and higher, and soon enough it reaches its zenith. Then slowly it starts to sink towards the horizon and when the last light of twilight is extinguished, the world turns dark again.
And yet, I could not escape the thought the sun is but one star in the firmament. Each of us, as we grow older, as we climb higher in the horizon, begins to blot out other things in the sky. And yet, elsewhere in the heavens, other stars continue to shine. And I am heartened to think that each one of us, each of our ancestors, is a star. Even as our lives shine bright and we become the center of our universe and seemingly outshine other lights around us, the stars are always there. And so it is that I remember my father and mother, now gone. And grandparents. And uncles and aunts, and the many people who came before me, who came before them. In the evening, before I sleep, I look at the window and see the stars that are always there. They are never truly gone. And if we listen carefully, we can still hear the voices within them. They can still teach us. If we let them. In our dreams we are in some ways always children, always protected, always loved. Awake, we know that life and love are eternal, shining forever, in the heavens around us.
It takes out the frizzies! Or so I am told. I wouldn’t know, since I don’t seem to have enough hair to have them. Still, I really do like the desert, in this case the Oregon high desert near Bend. What can I say about Bend. A beautiful town. The mountains, the lakes, the snow and the desert? Yes, the high desert. While it’s not as hot and dry as the Mojave, it has a beauty all its own. These pictures were taken in an outdoor homestead exhibit in Fort Rock.
On the way to an unexpected trip to Manila, the first leg of the trip was a stop at Seattle, Washington. I have never been to this city and I was hoping that there would be a relatively cloudless view of the surrounding area as the plane approached and landed in Seattle. Well, it was a fortuitous day indeed. Hopefully a harbinger of good things to come. And with the Pixel 2 XL in hand, why not post unedited pictures while in the airport. So here goes.
And a welcome sight after five hours.
The Seattle music scene (not really, but the guy was good).
The Cherry Blossoms Rush at the Tidal Basin in Washington is in full swing. Peak bloom is forecast for this weekend. I hope the flowers survive the wind storm forecast for this afternoon (40-50 mph wind gusts) and the snow(!?) on Saturday. Still, have at it, guys (and gals). Traffic will be horrible, so if you can, take the metro. The Smithsonian station is not far from where you want to go (art museum anyone?).
A beautiful morning to go to the wildlife refuge and look (and photograph) birds and other wildlife was in the offing on the last day of March, 2018. Unfortunately, errands must be run (life is not all for the birds after all). With camera in hand, the trip to the Department of Motor Vehicles was at least uninteresting. April, here we come.
One of the interesting things to see at Bombay Hook National Wildlife Refuge is the nuclear power plant in the not so far off distance. It is a tribute to nature’s resilience and diversity that one of the symbol’s of mastery of the resources available to him is readily seen in what is a reminder of the place that we live in. The little blue marble that hangs like a jewel in the night, that delicate ball of water, minerals, air, the third planet from a smallish yellow main sequence star, the rock that we call Earth. To walk at Bombay Hook is to appreciate nature’s gift to man. A place of beauty, a place teeming with life, a place that must be nurtured if it is continue to be a dwelling place for all the creatures that live and visit there. A place that is a microcosm of the ecosystems around the world that we live in. We have diverse environments around the world, many of which are threatened by unbridled and undisciplined human activity. Why do we throw out so much plastic every day, every year? What happened to water fountains? Or at least that reusable jug that we carried water in? We think that the most visible and egregious symbols of environmental destruction are the wanton release of hydrocarbons in the air, the precursor to an unstoppable, runaway greenhouse effect that will doom the planet into a Venus like existence. The nuclear plants that can release dangerous radiation into the air are often seen as threats to the world we live in. And yet, they are efficient power generators that provide the electricity to millions of people and make industry and technological advances possible. There are arguments for eliminating or at least reducing our reliance on systems that threaten the health of our world. Lost in the discussion is something that we see with our eyes every day. Our disposable society has made as much of a negative impact on the health of the planet as any other man made “intervention.”
I have some training in science and engineering. I believe that someday, we will be able to remove gases from the air to lessen the effects of global warming. We will be able to generate power more efficiently, more cleanly (though I worry about migrating birds running into vast power generating turbines on the shores and in the open fields). And yet, will the climatic changes that are currently under way be stemmed (or reversed) by some future scientific endeavor? Also, the debate presupposes that we have all the facts and that the answers are already clear (when it comes to the global warming debate). I have some questions still. How much of the perceived global warming is an artifact of human activity and how much of it can be attributed to a natural cycle that we do not understand? The sun’s radiation output is not uniform. Random events that release dust and gas into the atmosphere (volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, meteor strikes) have short and long term effects on the environment. If we pass through a “dusty” part of the galaxy, will there be a measurable drop in the amount of solar radiation that reaches the planet and what effect will it have on life? So many questions left to be asked. And answered.
All I know is that we must be better stewards of the world that we live in. Higher efficiency power generation, less reliance on fossil fuels and nuclear power plants. Less pollution, more recycling. The mantras of today’s environmental movement. All good things. And yet, we can start our own revolution at home. Use less water when washing clothes. Use less plastics. You say they are bio degradable? If they take hundreds of years to degrade, is that really harmless? Drive less, walk more. Use the bicycle a little bit more. This would mean that the cities and suburbs that we live in may actually look like neighborhoods again. Accessible stores, libraries, restaurants. And if you walk enough, you may even meet someone new and interesting. And if you walk enough, you may see that there are a lot of things that we individuals can do to keep our planet cleaner. Safer. If you walk enough, you give yourself time to think about your own life, and maybe make it better. So, here’s a random thought. Walk a mile or two and in your own small way, foster a revolution that will make our planet a better world for all of us. Today. And ensure its future as that blue marble teeming with life, a world of varied ecosystems, all in harmony with each other.