It happens every seventeen years, for a few short weeks. Even the rain, finally falling, can’t stop it. The birds, like this Redwing blackbird at Huntley Meadows, seem to have found a new source of protein.
I was looking at some of the pictures I took in the last year an a half and this one caught my eye. Flowers, no matter how beautiful they are, always seem to have a lifespan. Even as it fades, you can see the beauty that once was. It didn’t wither because of lack of… Continue reading Sometimes, it just withers away
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… Continue reading The Stars at Night