T.G.I.F.: 23° F feels like 13° F

 

 

Monday Morning Wake Up Call

Rain? Wet? Puddles? Bring it on…


DK. Daybreak. November 23, 2020. 7:00 to 7:30 am. 57° F and Rain. Cove Island Park, Stamford CT

Walking. In Search of my Spirit Bird.

4:25 am. I’m out the door. Dark Sky app recap: 74° F, 100% humidity, cloud cover 89%.

It’s dark. A wafer thin haze hangs below the street lamps.

I walk.

A firefly flickers, gets caught up in a light wind gust, and disappears. And at that moment, unexplainably so, I felt Small, Little, against the backdrop of the World. This flickering, illuminating, little miracle. “What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.” (Crowfoot, the Blackfoot warrior, 1890)

Me and Crowfoot?  Crowfoot and me? Crowfoot and I? Oh, for God Sake, let it go.

I walk.

Same route. 5-mile loop. Since May 5th, daily, without interruption. Same camera bag sling, slung over my right shoulder, camera affixed with strap to right wrist. The Autonoman

Raccoon up ahead, picking away at the remains of road kill. He skitters away as I approach. Sprinkler systems fire off at 4:30 am, hissing as water hits the street.

I walk.

I note the silence. This narrow slice of time, before daybreak. Nocturnal creatures and me. Afraid of horror movies, the dark and tripping in a pothole and taking a header, I march through the suburban streets on my way to the waterfront.

I take my first shots of The Cove, high tide.  And 78 additional shots that morning.  Little did I know, that 90 minutes later I would learn that all but 10 photos, would be blurry because of some dial I inadvertently depressed. Fuming, at my desk panning through the photos, rubbing my eyes, thinking it’s my f*cking eyes going, because it just can’t be this expensive camera. I move closer to the screen. It’s not my eyes.  My God. You are an Amateur. What a waste. [Read more…]

Zen Man and his Ducks

I’ve been following Manoli Rizo‘s photography blog for some time…admiring her work.  I just loved her most recent post.

This man. His “herd.”  The march in unison.  His peace, pride and contentment.

Manoli, hats off to you.  You’ve done it again.

Take a minute and hit this link and pan through Manoli’s photos of this man and his family.  (And Foreign Language competency anyone?  If someone could translate the intro of the post, I’d be grateful)

Duck 1

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call: Now!

yellow, ducks, duck, bright yellow

Source: BeverleyShiller

Life in the fast lane…

56 second video clip.  Yet it packs a punch above (way above) its weight class.

Will you avert your eyes?

Will you grimace?

Will you hold your breath?

Did you breathe a sigh of relief when it ended?

I bet money the answer is yes to all.  Don’t take the wager. I only bet when I know I will win. 🙂

T.G.I.F.: I’m so happy it’s Friday!


Source: bradybrereton via a-n-i-m-a-l-p-l-a-n-e-t.  The Blue-footed Booby is a long winged tropical seabird found in subtropical islands off the Pacific Ocean, the Galapagos Islands and Ecuador.  They have excellent binocular vision. The Blue-footed Booby has permanently closed nostrils made for diving. They breathe through the corners of their mouths. Their feet range from a pale turquoise to a deep aquamarine.

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