Finally! And pretty happy that it wasn’t thirty inches of stuff to shovel out of.
Twenty four hours later, I am back at Huntley Meadows. And the place looked different, not only because the algae moved but because of the fundamental truth that lies beneath our existence. Every moment is different, change is constant, so embrace the challenges that this brings.
I think I am going to have to take pictures of other birds, whether at Huntley or elsewhere. My heron and egret quota are full. Now, if only I was better at spotting birds.
(Here’s the thing. If you want to say that you’ve reached some sort of quota, then you are not living life to the fullest. Familiarity does not need to lead to contempt. It should lead to further exposition and deeper knowledge.)
Autumn in Northern Virginia. Huntley Meadows in Alexandria, Virginia. In the middle of suburbia, the woods and wetlands remind you of the true beauty that nature brings.
It’s almost spring! With winter set to deal one more Nor’easter to the Northeast, it was a good time to visit Bombay Hook National Wildlife Refuge to see if there are foxes walking around. Not quite. The mother and kits were quite easy to spot though. There were three cars stopped by a pond. I figured, I’d park behind the other cars and see what was going on. Soon, other cars parked behind my car. It was time to listen to music and eat a granola bar. I thought that there might be an owl nestle in the woods. Not quite. It was a fox and her kits. Not the best view, and they were just basically walking around to check on the humans with the cameras and lenses.