How So

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.

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On a cold, cold, cold January Night

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.

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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).

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 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.

I Love the Desert (because it makes my hair look good)

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.

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Not Quite Sleepless in Seattle

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.Maker:0x4c,Date:2017-11-22,Ver:4,Lens:Kan03,Act:Lar01,E-YMaker:0x4c,Date:2017-11-22,Ver:4,Lens:Kan03,Act:Lar01,E-YMaker:0x4c,Date:2017-11-22,Ver:4,Lens:Kan03,Act:Lar01,E-YMaker:0x4c,Date:2017-11-22,Ver:4,Lens:Kan03,Act:Lar01,E-YMaker:0x4c,Date:2017-11-22,Ver:4,Lens:Kan03,Act:Lar01,E-YMaker:0x4c,Date:2017-11-22,Ver:4,Lens:Kan03,Act:Lar01,E-YMaker:0x4c,Date:2017-11-22,Ver:4,Lens:Kan03,Act:Lar01,E-Y

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The Seattle music scene (not really, but the guy was good).

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