Bethany Church Easter Sunrise Service (sans Sunrise). 6:00 – 7:00 am. 41° F, with light rain. April 5, 2026. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos of this morning’s walk here.
Easter Sunday
Category: Photography
Susan’s Bucket List!
Susan was able to fulfill one of her top bucket list events this morning with a photo of an owl. Don’t miss her amazing pictures here.
It was one of those morning experiences in this crazy world we live in that we won’t soon forget.
A bit of background on this giant baby bird.
The older sibling fell out of its nest and was helped off the highway by a good samaritan who placed him/her in a resident’s front yard. The other sibling remained in the nesting cavity of a large decaying tree.
Per Gemini, “this bird is a fledgling or a ‘brancher’ given the abundance of downy, ‘fluffy’ feathers and the emerging adult plumage on the wings. At this stage, they have left the nest but aren’t yet fully capable of sustained flight, often spending their time climbing nearby branches or sitting on the ground while their parents continue to feed and protect them.”
We didn’t see Mom around but we were told she was WATCHING.
My lesser quality photos (compared to Susan’s photos) can be found here.
Walking. In rush hour traffic…
It’s been 2,149 consecutive (well, almost) days on this morning walk at The Cove. Like in a row.
The highlight of the morning were the Atlantic Brants. The photo time stamp on the shot above was 6:47 am, just minutes before the Sun’s lift-off. There is nothing like the sound of the battalion’s wing flaps and their distinctive call (you really must listen here). Watching them just feet above the water, I couldn’t help but think: “You look marvelous! Absolutely marvelous!“
I stood on the break wall watching the sunrise.
Momentarily at peace.
And then it was The Cove’s rush hour traffic. A new phenomenon. DK’s groupies. 5 years ago, you wouldn’t find a soul at this park at this hour, now I’m mobbed.
Susan’s to my left snapping at the sun (without our Wally, who was left behind at home — the horror!) She’s slinging two cameras over her shoulder, yes, two. (Note to Self – Susan to Dave in 2023: “You always have to take things to the extreme, do you really need two cameras?” Elephant never forgets.)
Cara’s next to Susan, sporting designer Tall Boots akin to a rider in a Dressage event. She’s criss-crossing back and forth, violently snapping at everything that moves. Oh the young-uns, they do everything with such flourish.
Then came the rest: the walkers, the dog walkers and the runners.
I pack my gear and head back.
Look at you DK — The Pied Piper of The Cove.
God, I miss the good ole’ days.
Notes: Shots from this morning’s walk can be found here.
Monday Morning Wake-up Call
Hello Peeps. Wally here. It rained all night tapping on the hood of Dad’s car. And I freaked when I found dad still in bed with me at 7:30 am.
“You sick Dad? I hope not.”
“No Wally … just Retired.”
I don’t like rain at all but love Retirement Dad.
Happy Monday!
Inspired by:
Don’t run any more. Quiet. How softly it rains On the roofs of the city. How perfect All things are. Now, for the two of you Waking up in a royal bed by a garret window.
— Czesław Miłosz, from “After Paradise” in “New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 (Ecco, 2001)
Walking. No where to go. And all the time to get there…
It’s now, like mid-afternoon on Saturday.
Wally looks up: “Dad, how about nap time.” He jumps up, tucks in, and drifts off.
I feel his little belly with each inhale and exhale. What a great sleeper. Prior to drifting off, I reflect on the last 48 hours — my 19th year anniversary at this stop, to the day.
My desk has been cleared of the work phone, the headset, the zoom lamp.
I turn on my PC to find Corporate Security has wiped all of my corporate apps and my system access. Just like that, gone!
The hum of 100-200 emails a day, conference calls, zoom calls, phone calls, road trips, presentations, strategy sessions, client meetings, staff meetings, back-and-forth commutes, etc etc etc has gone silent.
19 years. Gemini estimates the production and ingestion of 1 million emails requiring 1/2 Terabyte of storage.
“What’s next?”
“I can’t see you sitting still for long.”
I stare at the screen. My fingers tap on the desk, habitually reaching for the keyboard. No task. No task. No Task. No Task.
“How do you feel?”
Right now? Unsteady.
“So what’s the plan.”
(Try to)
“Sit still and let the world do the moving.” (Stegner)