I must admit, I believe I’m suffering from bird AD&D. There’s not a flutter in a tree that doesn’t cause me to stop in my tracks and look. What could it be? Is it something yellow? Is it perhaps blue? With a camera, I’m able to capture these […]
THE HERON The heron stands in water where the swamp Has deepened to the blackness of a pool, Or balances with one leg on a hump Of marsh grass heaped above a musk-rat hole.He walks the shallow with an antic grace. The great feet break the ridges […]
Birds that is. It’s the fall migration season and rumor had it that birds heading south were stopping through Maryland this week. A friend and I went to Governor bridge Natural Area in search for some migratory warblers. Some serious shrubbery stalking was planned. And stalked we did. […]
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress. Charles Dickens ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edited in […]
Having to wait for a delivery today, I had to entertain myself at home. Luckily there is a small family of House Wrens that I wanted to capture, so heading outside I went below the Magnolia tree where their home is. Making a racket, quite displeased that I […]
The spring migration and breeding season is now over for the birds. The heat of the summer is starting to subside and life around is starting to take a rest. It’s a bit quiet at the manor, but the fall migration season is just around the corner. Some […]
If it’s your job to eat a frog, it’s best to do it first thing in the morning. And If it’s your job to eat two frogs, it’s best to eat the biggest one first. Mark Twain
I would rather play Chiquita Banana and have my swimming pool than play Bach and starve. Xavier Cugat
I’ve got a song, I ain’t got no melody I’m a gonna sing it to my friends I’ve got a song, I ain’t got no melody I’ ma gonna sing it to my friends Will it go round in circles Will it fly high like a bird up […]
If you don’t know the blues… there’s no point in picking up the guitar and playing. We sing the blues because our hearts have been hurt, our souls have been disturbed. Keith Richards, Rolling Stones and Alberta Hunter
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 