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.
Sometimes, it just withers away
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
The Stars at Night
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