Monday, March 01, 2021

Egret and Cows


The egret was hanging out with the cows, although the cows were not interested at all. The egret didn't mind. It stayed and hunted while the cows mooed and chewed their time away.

News on the vaccine here, Roger got his second shot on Saturday. We were so happy he was able to get that done. I, on the other hand, have not even gotten my first. Not sure when the county is going to start doing the 65+ population, but it should be soon. They are still in the 70+ tier, but 5000 doses are arriving this week, so maybe I'll be lucky to get jabbed in my arm and start to feel safe again. 

We hope you are all doing well and staying safe and healthy. 

Monday, February 22, 2021

As Above... below.

The rains let up, and we got out for a nice long neighborhood walk. The puddles were everywhere in the cow pastures creating lovely reflective moments. When I downloaded the photos I looked at this one and my first thought was, "As above, so below." Mmm... where did that come from? Why do I know it? It sent me on a google  journey to find out where I might have first heard this phrase. So far, I have not been able to pinpoint the moment. Do you remember it? If yes, where did you first hear it? All I know is that I heard it a long time ago. Maybe it was a New-Age thing from the 1970s.

While we were out there on this lovely sunny day, I also noticed a rainbow. Not a hint of rain, but a rainbow in the distance nonetheless. Sometimes I think I am a very lucky rainbow girl!

Our latest vaccine news is Roger's second shot was cancelled because of the terrible arctic blast weather conditions which halted distribution and deliveries all across the country. Bummer. I have not gotten my first shot yet. Oh well, maybe someday. Hope all is well for you, friends. Stay safe and healthy.

Friday, February 19, 2021

A Friend Sent Us A Photo

 I've been having an email correspondence with someone who has been reading the blog since the early days. She lives in Massachusetts and photographs the beauty she sees there. Every year, because we are so lucky, she sends us a calendar of her photos. We've never met, but we are long-time virtual friends. On Wednesday we were corresponding about these times we're living in, what's going on in her neck of the woods, covid, and politics. Then she wrote about this young porcupine she had seen and attached this photo. (Please click on the photo and enlarge it. It's gorgeous!)

Roger and I were immediately smitten with this little beauty. What a face. Such a sweet young porcupine moment. This made our day brighter and better in every way. And that's why we're sharing it here with you. Who knew a porcupine could be so incredibly cute? Not me, but now I do. Thanks to G. deFriesse for getting our minds off of Covid and back to the beauty of wildlife.


Monday, February 15, 2021

Rainy Errands

We had to go out and run some errands on another rainy day here. Not much to look forward to, a trip to the bank and then to the market for something or other. I can't even remember what. We came out of the market and saw this. Oh yes, that made me laugh. Good old Grateful Dead skull and lightning bolt drawing. Well done too. Made me want to remember to google around to read the history of this image when I got home, and so I did. I discovered that it was designed by Owsley Stanley. Oh wow, that's such a familiar name. As Wikipedia describes him, he was a "clandestine chemist" and the LSD supplier to Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters in the mid 60s. Owsley first heard the Grateful Dead in 1965 and financed them and worked as their sound man. He designed this image to put on their equipment so that it would be a highly identifiable mark. Yes, time has definitely shown it to be a highly identifiable mark. Can't look at it without thinking Grateful Dead almost 60 years after its design. And really, can't think of Owsley Stanley without thinking about LSD and the 1960s. 

Funny how an old bus with a drawing can be so trippy!


Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Lumpy Contrail Shadows

We've all seen the contrails that jets leave while flying at high altitude. Sometimes those contrails have shadows. Here's a photo I shot a few years ago of a fine contrail shadow.

We don't see them often, so it's kind of interesting when they show up. So, the other day when I was looking out at the sky I saw a different kind of contrail shadow. I was intrigued so I took a photo of it.

I sent the photo to Les Cowley at Atmospheric Optics and asked if contrail shadows can look like this or if I was seeing something else. He wrote that sometimes contrails are "lumpy" like this and their shadows take on this look. 

Well that was a surprise. I love learning something new. Lumpy contrail shadows. I'm laughing that I'm even writing about this, but we are living in interesting times, and this is all I've got.

Monday, February 08, 2021

Spring Is Springing

The rains left for a few days and the sun shone on us like a warm bright gift of beauty. The buds and flowers peeked out and were met with so much inviting light.  Come, said the sun, enjoy me while you can. And so they did.

Even the wispy cloud formation agreed. It celebrated and joined the fun with a cloud tulip.
Ah Imbolc, the return of the sun. We so love you.

Monday, February 01, 2021

Very Few Words

There just isn't much to write about lately. There's not much to photograph either. It's been rainy and windy for days, or has it been weeks? I can't remember. The pandemic keeps us at home day after day after day. When the sun makes a rare appearance we go for a walk. Or, if it's a very brief break in the back-to-back storms, I run out to take a look at the sky. Sometimes it gives me a glimpse at something lovely. 

We are looking forward to the Senate impeachment trial. How's that for having something fun on the calendar? LOL.

 We hope you are all well and managing in these times. We're finding it pretty damned challenging.

Friday, January 22, 2021

A New Day Begins

On the first full day of the Biden presidency the sun rose in a magnificent sky. The colors poured through our windows and lit the room. We felt renewed. We felt joyous. Our hearts rose as high as the sky. The monster is gone...gone.

Roger received his first dose of the Moderna vaccine on Thursday as well. So far so good. We are so happy about that. I didn't get it because I'm not ancient enough (LOL!). Here in our county they are inoculating the 75+ age group. They won't get around to us young'uns (65+) for a few more months. Biden actually has plans. He is making sure that production is high and things get done efficiently. It's a whole new world here.

It's still life in the time of Coronavirus, but we are hopeful, renewed, and joyous. We haven't felt like this in years.


Monday, January 18, 2021

A Walk At The Marsh

We had a break in the rainy wintry weather, so we took advantage of the sunshine and went for a walk at the marsh. It was so lovely to be out there in the warm sunlight and to forget for a short while the political chaos and nightmare of our country.

We had forgotten how much we love walking here. There was a time not that long ago that we would go to the marsh at least once or twice a week. Now months go by before we take the very short drive there.

There were so many birds out and about. We  just strolled along enjoying their songs and their quiet nap times as well.

I always love when we see these birds resting and sleeping. They always look so peaceful and like they are floating in air.

But what really surprised us is when we walked past the place where we have seen the very furtive bittern, Roger wondered if we might catch a rare glimpse of one that day. We walked along enjoying the views when I looked down into the brambles and vines and saw this.

Yes! The bittern was there, hiding and hunting. I wish I had thought to photograph it before I zoomed in for the closeup. It's really so well hidden. We quietly said our hellos and walked on. 

We do so love the walks at the marsh.

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

January So Far

We are as rattled and unsettled as it gets. There's no peace. We have no idea what's coming next, but it doesn't look good. The Democratic Headquarters in our county was vandalized last week. Still I run out in the morning to see the sky, and you will not believe the show it has put on already this month. The balance to madness is beauty. Here is what the sky has offered.

January 1

January 7


January 11

January 8 a little later in the morning


Friday, January 08, 2021

A Few Words About Wednesday


You would think we would have something to say about what happened in our nation's capitol on Wednesday. A truly amazing sight to behold, and yet we have so few words. We are quietly shocked by it all. We went to bed Wednesday night not knowing if Congress would get to vote on our stupid electoral vote counting absurdity and finally accept Joe Biden as the winner. So the headlines Thursday morning were reassuring. Yes, Biden will be sworn in on January 20th. Whew. The fact that we had to wonder if that would actually happen is enough to drive us crazy, but the added armed insurrection and takeover of the Capitol building was a drama of historical proportions. What have we become? I have no idea. The Civil War of our country has never ended. And now the Confederate Flag waving people also wear shirts celebrating Nazis and Auschwitz, or with this little hidden gem 6MWE. Want to know what that means... 6 Million Wasn't Enough. Perfect confluence of the Civil War meets World War II and embrace on the steps of the Capitol to save our country from... what?... me, you, us.
Photo from a different rally in December 2020
With the two Democratic Senators win in Georgia, we have less than two years to maybe fix this country before midterms 2022. Will it happen? We'll have to wait and see. I'm worried, but do have a small glimmer of hope. 

We are living in crazy times, friends. Please stay safe.

Monday, January 04, 2021

A Surprising Look Inside

Blackberry vines growing up and over the roof
For those of you who don't know or haven't read our previous posts about our neighbor, we live next door to an abandoned house. In the 5 1/2 years that we've been here, we've never seen anyone go in or out of there or do yard work, or care for any of it. Then a few months ago we noticed some critter had displaced some of the old wooden roof shingles and gotten into the attic. It was the first time I ever tried to contact the owner who lives 300 miles south of here. We started some correspondence. She had the hole in the roof covered up with a piece of plastic tarp, which of course was torn right away. It's been falling apart ever since. So, I checked in with the owner again and told her how much it had deteriorated. She called a roofer who came and inspected the place last month and said that he could re-roof the house, but first the raccoons living the attic would have to be removed. WHAT??? Raccoons in the attic? It's even worse than we thought. We thought it was just mice and rats in the crawl space under the house. So the owner contacted a wildlife organization who made an appointment with the owner's niece to come over to get rid of the raccoons  One thing led to another and suddenly we had the key to the house to let the wildlife people in. Their plan was to put lights and talk radio on in the attic for three days. They say that that will definitely compel the raccoons to flee. They hate the lights and sound. Well okay, that sounds pretty non-violent. But it hasn't happened yet because they needed electricity and it hadn't been turned on yet, and then it was New Year's Eve, and then the owner has to go out of town for a funeral... so at some point the raccoons will be gone and the house re-roofed. But here's why I'm writing this crazy story... we went inside the house. INSIDE this crazy abandoned house when we first let the wildlife person in (when we discovered that was no electricity). 

It so surprised us when we walked in. We expected cobwebs and filth everywhere. We expected inches of dust and stinky mold. What we saw was beauty. It has not been touched in so many years, but the piano in the living room looked ready for someone to sit and play. There were lovely paintings on the walls, and family photos still attached by magnets to the refrigerator door. It looked like such a well-loved home, full of sweet history. It was such a stunning difference from what the exterior looks like. How is this possible? We have no idea. 

I guess you really can't judge a book by its cover.

PS-- On Sunday Roger saw a cat on the roof. It went on to the tarp and entered the attic through the lowest hole. We're hoping it can find its way out. We think if the raccoons can come and go, the cat will do the same.  Sure will be such a good thing once this house is re-roofed.

Friday, January 01, 2021

The Skies Of December

I thought December was a rather bleak month in so many ways, but when I looked back at some of the photos I was surprised by what the sky actually showed us.

 Happy New Year, friends! Here's hoping that January will be as surprisingly beautiful.