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The property to the left of the road belongs to my sister.  I hadn’t ventured beyond the house before, thinking that there wasn’t much else beyond it since the street itself ended in a cut de sac right there.  Oh I had seen pick up trucks turn into this road, I just hadn’t thought much about it.  That there was a horse farm behind her property was something I’d heard, but I must have always been here in the summer when the woods back there appeared to be endless. Any truck heading down this little road would just disappear, swallowed up by the woods.  If her dog hadn’t barked at any and all traffic I wouldn’t have known they’d come through at all.  I think I might have heard a horse once or twice, but the other day I actually saw a couple of them.  They were wearing blankets since it was so cold, and it was just a glimpse of them in the pasture, through the trees.  There is no real point to this story since Ozzie didn’t see them, but if he had it would have been a much more exciting story, for him at least.  And a PITA for me.  He wouldn’t try to chase them, or even try to fit through the fence, but he’d happily stand there and bark his head off at them.  I prefer him to keep a low profile so I can drink coffee on the deck and watch him wander unleashed.

I missed a few photo ops on the nice drive to the Nip the other day.  It was a crisp, clear day with nice light.  And now it’s been raining.  All day yesterday, and it’s gloomy again today.  And now I remember hating January.  Gray, cold, boring, January.  And it’s not even here yet.  Once I get this snowbird thing straight I’ll be in lush, green, Florida at this time of year.  Out photographing all the flowers and wildlife that also love to spend their winters there.  But here I am, and yes, it’s gray, but I’ll finally be seeing my oldest, dearest friend today.  Even lovely, warm, Florida can’t hold a candle to being with the people I love…

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Dowses Beach…

My trip along the water the other day brought me to a familiar place.  Over the summer I took my sister’s grandson here for a day of fishing.  In the summer you have to pay to park, but the ranger let me slide on the parking fee when I promised to take a few pictures and leave.  There was no one to give me permission today, and not much going on but a seagull on the railing.  It was so peaceful being out and about on my own today.  And I’m loving the light here.


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Those great ideas…

This trip north in the winter was one of those great ideas that take over your mind until you put them into action.  And it’s already been a success, having seen some of my favorite people already.  And my dog Ozzie seems to be enjoying himself too.  But I have to admit that I left FL at exactly the wrong time.  The birds were arriving, migrating in for the winter.  I’ve seen such beautiful photos online, and I find myself wishing I was there.  A little, no regrets, but I now know for sure that I will have to be at least a part time Floridian.  This Great Blue Heron was out back on my last afternoon in my house.  And I wonder if the Sandhill Cranes will nest out back again. Wait, they won’t be in my backyard will they?  Oh well.  I told myself I was going to take winter photos here on Cape Cod, even though I knew it would be cold.  But it’s SO cold that I haven’t been out so far, but I will…

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Sometimes the word traveling means exactly what you would expect.  A journey from one place to another.  A journey such as my travels for the last few days.  But that journey also led me to a journey back in time.  As I skirted the DC area the route that the GPS had me on caused me to pass by my old neighborhood in Columbia, MD, where I lived for about 30 years.  This is the lake in my former backyard.  More of a lake than the little pond in the backyard of the FL house I’ve lived in for the last 10 years.  So I stopped for pictures, not a big surprise there.  Times have changed however, and there was a sign suggesting that you not leave valuables in your car, and my car was full of them, so I only wandered a little with Ozzie, and only took a few pictures.

But that little walk brought back so many memories.  Memories of walking around the lake with my kids.  It was 1.86 miles around, according to a painted on hash mark and notation on the bike path.  We walked with the kids, and a succession of dogs, four that I can think of.  Time passed and my son and his friend would take our inflatable raft out into the lake, and come back soaking wet, insisting that it just tipped over.  I saw them out there one day when I had the dog out however, and they were. falling off on purpose.  I was glad he was able to have those adventures, that was my attitude at the time, but by today’s standards I should probably be arrested.

Then there came the day that my son came home asking my permission to go ride his bike off a ramp and fly through the air into the lake.  “It’s supervised,” he insisted, “There are adults there.”  I said no, but it only took me a minute to decide that he probably wan’t going to be able to resist, and what the heck was going on anyhow?  So I put the dog on the leash as my excuse to go check on him, and sure enough, there were kids flying through the air with their bikes and landing in the water.  There was an adult there to retrieve the bikes, and everyone had matching tee shirts on.  And no, he didn’t get to do it.

One day at the end of the summer my son proudly brought me to se the tree house that he and a friend had built.  All built with scavenged wood from the construction in the neighborhood, or so he assured me.  When we got there I saw little short pieces of wood that created a stair of sorts up a VERY tall tree.  And the platform up there was small, and downright scary looking.  He was probably 14 or so, an awkward time in a kid’s life, and all along I was happy that he was happy and busy all that summer.  Now I was prepared to worry about all the potential disasters associated with it, but the condo association eventually got wind of it and tore it down.  I was relieved to not have to be the bad guy in that situation.

Eventually grandchildren came along, and we walked to the playground when they were little.  Even they got old enough for adventures.  Kara was walking on the rocks around the lake, which was man-made and in a planned community, and when her foot slipped between two rocks she disturbed a bee’s nest, and I could hear the screaming as she and her brother and a neighbor kid came running home.  Kara got the worst of it as I shampoo’d lots and lots of bees out of her scalp.  Why do I mostly remember the mis-adventures?

I lived in that house longer than I lived in my home town in Massachusetts, longer than I lived in New England.  And yet home, to me, is still New England.  I moved away from that neighborhood with all it’s fond memories, and never looked back.  I lived in lots of places in my life, Indiana, and California, and that house in Maryland.  But I never called a place ‘home’ in the same sense that New England was home to me.  And I’m so happy to be here right now…12-16Elkhorn212-16Elkhorn312-16Elkhorn4

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Away in an eagle nest…

I had heard that the eagles were now sitting eggs, and that meant that there was always going to be an eagle on the nest.  So heading over there one more time became my priority on Sunday.  Only it took quite a while to see an eagle.  The new nest seems to be tipped away from our vantage point on the street, so you can’t see into it, but the weather was windy but perfect so I waited, and after a while I saw a head pop up for a second.  And I waited some more.  Then then I saw one make a circle in the sky and I was focused on the nest where I expected him to go, but he landed in a nearby tree.  I heard the other one call a few times, but the new arrival sat on his branch.  I began to wonder if that was all that I was going to see, but then he flew to the nest tree and I got to see the changing of the guard.  As we have seen them do before they both sit on a branch and seem to have a chat for a bit, then the new eagle took over the nest, and the other one flew off to hunt.  I was probably there about two hours, a lot of that time was spent crouched, squinting into the view finder, and with my finger on the button.  I wanted to catch one of them in flight.  Or one of them bringing in a fish for lunch. Maybe next time…12-2eagles312-2eagles512-2eagles6

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If only I was as good at talking other people into or out of things, it might come in handy. I am, however, really good at talking myself into and out of things.  Like last night, I was tired, too tired I said to myself, to go out for the sunset.  Which explains how it is that I only saw the sunset from my neighborhood, since Ozzie talked me into taking him for a walk.  I knew it would be a spectacular sky last night, and it was.  And I did also notice my neighbor’s update of their ‘campfire’ on the lawn.  Their first attempt with a black pot over the ‘fire’ hadn’t held up, but I saw this one as a coffee pot so maybe that’s why I liked it so much.

211-24campfireSo this morning I kept telling myself to get on the ball, get yourself moved for God’s sake, don’t go out for the sunrise, even though it was probably going to be pretty.  Then I thought about the fact that in a sense it would be the first sunrise of the rest of my life, and that thought got me out the door.  Not especially pretty, but I’ll have a lot more sunrises to see since I have no place else to be, and that’s good thing.11-24firstsunrise