George & Grace @ Daybreak. 5:35 a.m. July 3, 2022. 72° F. Cove Island Park, CT. More pictures from this morning’s walk here.
And then, there was One.
April 9, 2022 by 13 Comments
My Swans @ Daybreak. 6:37 am, April 9, 2022. 47° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.More photos from this morning here.
Without spring who knows what would happen. A lot of nothing, I suppose.
March 22, 2022 by 17 Comments
Notes:
- Grace (and George) building their nest. (Grace being named by my good friend LouAnn.)
- My Swan(s) @ Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. 6:57 a.m. yesterday morning. 42° F. Other photos from yesterday morning here. Backstories on swans here.
- Post Title: Mary Oliver, from “Late Spring,” Felicity: Poems (via Alive on All Channels)
Saturday Morning
March 19, 2022 by 10 Comments
Symmetry (2)
March 11, 2022 by 31 Comments
Symmetry
March 10, 2022 by 20 Comments
T.G.I.F.
March 4, 2022 by 23 Comments
Sunday Morning
February 27, 2022 by 20 Comments
T.G.I.F. Just stay in bed…
February 25, 2022 by 26 Comments
Ukraine. Russian invasion. Wintery Mix followed by freezing rain. 28° F, feels like 18° F. Best to just stay in bed, and ride it out.
Photo: DK @ Cove Island Park. Friday, Feb 25, 2022. 6:06 a.m. More photos from this morning here.
Tuesday Morning Big Stretch!
February 22, 2022 by 17 Comments
Just She, and then there were …
February 20, 2022 by 13 Comments
Went out yesterday afternoon in a flash winter weather advisory (a 20 minute snow squall / white-out) to be welcomed by another most pleasant surprise. Backstories on my Swan here.
And…Her.
February 8, 2022 by 22 Comments
7/ 3/ 54. I keep myself going with various kinds of dope: books, written and read, dreams, hopes, crossword puzzles, the sentimentality of friendships, and real friendships, and simply routine.
— Patricia Highsmith, “Patricia Highsmith: Her Diaries and Notebooks: 1941-1995.″ Anna von Planta (Editor). (Liveright, November 16, 2021)— Patricia Highsmith, Her Diaries and Notebooks: 1941-1995
Notes:
- Photos: DK @ Daybreak. 6:45 am, Feb 8, 2022. 36° F, feels like 29° F, Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning here.
- Related Swan Posts: Swan1
Miracle. All of it. (Take 2)
January 11, 2022 by 37 Comments
…and there she sleeps this morning. No mate. Frozen ice surrounds her, and she rests undisturbed. At Peace.
I’m looking out at her. Mr. Canadian Tough-Guy. Wearing T-shirt – – Sweater over T-Shirt – – Hoodie over Sweater – – Northface Down Parka jacket over Hoodie – – Hood up – – Snowpants – – Long johns – – Sweatpants – – Smart Wool Socks – – Sorel Boots – – Smart Wool Gloves.
And I’m still shivering, yearning to get back in the car. A car that’s running, heater blowing.
How all this works?
Beyond my comprehension.
Miracle. All of it.
6:55 a.m. 15° F (- 9° C), feels like 1° F (- 17° C), wind gusts up to 28 mph. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.
Post title Inspired by Albert Einstein’s quote: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle.
Monday Morning
November 22, 2021 by 16 Comments
5/24/41…
After all that, the change … was like the sudden, unwelcome awakening from a glorious dream. An awakening on a Monday morning when, with one’s castle and clouds and the silver sea dissolved into a sordid room, one realizes that one has to get up and dress in the cold night in a few minutes and plod through a weary day.
— Patricia Highsmith, “Patricia Highsmith: Her Diaries and Notebooks: 1941-1995.″ Anna von Planta (Editor). (Liveright, November 16, 2021)— Patricia Highsmith, Her Diaries and Notebooks: 1941-1995
Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 6:52 a.m., November 22, 2021. 48° F & Rain. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. Related Swan posts: Swan1
Daybreak
May 21, 2021 by 14 Comments
Birds @ Daybreak. 4:58 to 5:18 am, May 21, 2021. 55° F. Weed Ave / Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. Related Swan posts: Swan1
T.G.I.F.: Nesting…Take 2.
May 14, 2021 by 32 Comments
DK @ Daybreak. 5:20 a.m. May 13, 2021. Weed Avenue, Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. Related Swan posts: Swan1
Find a cozy spot 2 yards from the highway, build a nest and…
April 27, 2021 by 29 Comments
T.G.I.F.: 5:00 PM Bell!
September 11, 2020 by 23 Comments
head up in the bright morning air
May 1, 2016 by 13 Comments
But earlier this week on a wooded path,
I thought the swans afloat on the reservoir
were the true geniuses,
the ones who had figured out how to fly,
how to be both beautiful and brutal,
and how to mate for life.
Twenty-four geniuses in all,
for I numbered them as Yeats had done,
deployed upon the calm, crystalline surface—
forty-eight if we count their white reflections,
or an even fifty if you want to throw in me
and the dog running up ahead,
who were at least smart enough to be out
that morning—she sniffing the ground,
me with my head up in the bright morning air.
– Billy Collins, Genius from Aimless Love: New and Selected Poems
Notes:
- Poem: Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels
- Photograph:Thomas Riecken with Swan
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