Friday, March 28, 2008
--Jan Phillips, Marry Your Muse
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
As I passed, he tipped his head down, in that funny owlish way, having spotted movement, or more probably, after hearing movement in the grassy area below him. His evening hunt had begun.
Egg laying for the Barred owl occurs in early March and incubation lasts four weeks. Young are soon to hatch, so the possibility of seeing them increases. Owls can sometimes be seen hunting in daylight hours while they are feeding young. In fact, my very first encounter with a Barred owl occurred during nesting season. As I paused on a walk, I looked up and there she was, still, quiet, beautiful, perched on a low tree branch in mid-afternoon, giving me a wonderful look at those amazing, expressive eyes.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Just as I reached for my camera, I noticed that an older gentleman in a truck had pulled off the road in front of me and was backing up. As I mumbled to myself, “okay, what is he doing?”, he opened his door, placed one foot on the ground and shouted back over his shoulder, “you got trouble?” After a couple of repetitions of, “no, I’m just watching the birds,” he understood and went on his way. And as he did, I watched my beautiful kestrels fly over the rise in the field and disappear from view, my camera still untouched on the seat beside me. --Oh, me. You've gotta' just love the country.
The American Kestrel is a falcon, about the size of a jay, with a rufous back and tail. Kestrels are known for their ability to hover in mid-air on rapidly beating wings while hunting prey, a feat that is spectacular to witness. Breeding season has begun. Eggs are laid in nesting cavities from late March to mid-April and both sexes participate in incubation.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
We sometimes make art, write, photograph, in order to hold time still, to capture a single moment of what we feel in our hearts so that we can revisit it over and over again, so that we can always remember.
These images were taken on day 6, following an entire day of fierce winds, a tornado watch and pelting rain. And still the blossom is beautiful.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
--Martha Graham Shimmering sunlight on damp petals, the energy of a thunderstorm--I enjoyed both this morning. The crabapple in the front yard opened its blossoms this week so I payed it a visit. I wanted to know it better and also see what my camera could do. There is softness in the photos, but not the clarity or detail I want. And so I'll play with it again when the rain is finished. It's funny how that works. There is no plan, just a series of interactions. And when you're finished, you know more than you did before. But you also know there is more, that you have not quite reached what is possible. This sort of dissatisfaction is enjoyable. It's intimate, energetic and alive.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
When we let go of our fears and focus entirely in the moment, there is a flow that happens, that connects us to something beyond what we know. We lose our sense of separateness and become one with our creating. It is a dance of sorts, wholly gratifying and mysterious, one that drives us to create, over and over again.
Monday, March 10, 2008
A budding Cutleaf Toothwort, not yet ready to open its pedals.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
wildflower blooms and whispers
come gently, come closer
Lie down beside me
on my damp bed Earth
and behold her blush
--A first-choice resource for native plants.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
A walk in nature, in a place new and unfamiliar or a familiar path, ever fresh with seasonal stirrings, enlivens both body and spirit. I often refer to walks as hikes, yet my experience more closely resembles wanderings. Movement becomes secondary to the sensory pleasures unfolding. Mundane worries recede and every step, every breath becomes vibrant with natural riches. Soon, separateness also fades, and in its place, a sense of oneness, an envelopment that renews, deepens and awakens, and without effort, touches infinite tranquility.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
As I planted the garden, they collected on the wire overhead and sang. By chance, I discovered that if I uncovered a grub and tossed it a short distance away, a bluebird would quickly drop down to fetch it. Once while watering the garden during the dry days of summer, I delighted to watch two chattering bluebirds repeatedly fly through the sprinkler’s arched spray, every bit as playful as laughing children.
And in the fall, after three bluebird families had raised all their young, I witnessed dozens of bluebirds gathering on tree limbs and along fence wires in the early morning. Flying just ahead of us, from post to post in leap-frog fashion, bluebirds were as much a part of morning walks as the Australian shepherds that eagerly led my way.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
For the Love of It...