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Two by two…

These are the Honeymoon Island owlets from 2018.  I looked for these pictures when I wanted to post pictures of animals choosing to snuggle.  An anti-social isolation sort of thing was what I had in mind  And when my friend was visiting not long ago I did remember to take her to Honeymoon Island to see this year’s crop of owlets, but it was disappointing compared to this visit.  Our view was straight on and across a distance.  In 2018 they were ahead and to the right.  But then I also had taken my big heavy tripod and lens with me back then also.  I dragged it with me because it was new at the time.  I can talk myself out of it more easily these days.  So these are more old photos through new eyes.  Photo ops from the computer, perfect for the times.

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The rules…

I have always spent a lot of time arguing with myself over what I should or should not do.  Rules have always dominated my life, and most of those rules I made up myself.  Going through my old photos brought me to this one, taken at Bayport a couple of years ago.  The first thought that came to mind was that this part of the park isn’t gated off, I could still go there for pictures.  A happy thought, until I remember the rule, stay home.  Would it really matter if I headed out, just me and my camera?  Even if I go out and don’t see another person have I somehow contributed to this current state of emergency we find ourselves in?  I shake my head over speeders and people who run red lights for obvious reasons, but is it up to me to decide if these new rules apply to me?  And how much inactivity will it take at my age to create a situation where my body won’t cooperate with what in my mind I think I can do?  It will be sunrise soon enough, and light enough for me to take a walk, so that’s what I think I will do.  I will go out and get my 10,000 steps in while I still can.  It’s a rule…

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Day trip…

The plan had been in place for a while.  A trip to the Venice rookery was how it had started, and then I tossed out the idea that we could stop at the causeway bridge for sunset photos. on the way back   I wanted another chance at taking photos there because I had been so unhappy with my first ones, and my friend had always wanted to go to that bridge and didn’t know where it was.  So we made a plan, set a date. and in the meantime we ‘leaped ahead’, time wise.  Now there were more hours to fill, so we added in the Myakka River State park, which is only a half hour from the Venice rookery.  It was a beautiful day to be outside, and I have 913 photos to go through, minus the feature photo.

By the time the day arrived the news that had been breaking about the Coronavirus had us wondering if we should cancel.  But what we had planned was all open air and we knew we’d see people in small family units only, and so we went.  Traffic was very light, it’s obvious people are heeding the warnings, and I do feel a little guilty for going.  So I won’t be heading out for anything like this again for the duration.  But I am happy to have 912 photos to keep me busy for a while.

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Oh happy day…

I had talked myself out of going out for the sunrise this morning.  I’m not quite sure what has happened to that irresistible urge to go out and take pictures, but I seem to have to force myself out of the these days.  That’s how things stood until I remembered my resolve from last night, to go to Walmart early in hopes that their overnight restocking of the shelves would mean that I might find a package of toilet paper so I could relax.  And I did!  But I only bought one package, which means that the next dozen or so people who came in looking for it might find a package because that’s all that was on the shelves.  As I was arriving I saw a woman with a stack of cartons of eggs in her arms.  Balanced one on top of the other, the top one held in place gently by her chin, she was making a bee line for the exit.  I have to wonder what that was all about.

So the plan was to hit Walmart first, and then head to the sunrise unless I missed it.  But I didn’t.  A serene sunrise, when serenity is just what we need more of at the moment.  I got obsessed with that bird against the color in the sky.  Can you see him in this picture too?  That’s a good example of the zoom lens.03-16-20serenityscene203-16-20serenity203-16-20serenityscene103-16-20serenity3

And I came home to action at the bluebird house.  I’ve gotten discouraged that they really weren’t nesting in there this year because I hadn’t noticed them lately, but they were busy little bees today. 03-16-20serenitybirdhouse

I headed outside with tripods and lenses to see what I could see.  Stay tuned…

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This is for the birds…

There are disgruntled people in this park.  They are not happy that the pool and hot tub have been shut down because of our current health crisis.  Perhaps they haven’t noticed all the inconveniences, and worse, that are going on all over the world these days.  This too shall pass, hopefully.

Staying home doesn’t mean I have to stay away from the rookery.  Especially if I’m passing right by it.  The decibel level is up, lots of hungry little mouths to feed.  And still they fly in with foliage in their beaks, still building nests.  It really is fun to be there and see people’s reaction when they stop to see what you are taking pictures of.  When my friend was here and I pulled into the little parking lot behind a building she wanted to know what we were doing, were we turning around, she asked. She was so amazed that we had arrived.  In the middle of a busy shopping area, an oasis of nature just doing what comes naturally.

Aren’t the babies just a little prehistoric looking?  I love seeing them…03-14-20rookerywoodstork203-14-20rookerybrotherlylove03-14-20rookerywoodstork103-14-20rookerywoodstork2And the egret family was posing for a family photo, but they never said cheese.03-14-20rookeryegretfamily403-14-20rookeryegretfamily303-14-20rookeryegretfamily203-14-20rookeryegretfamily403-14-20rookeryegretfamily03-14-20rookeryegretfamily2And the sandhill cranes were back again.  They take divots out of the grass when they stab in search of bugs to eat.  I always looked at it as they were aerating my yard.  I imagine there will be a thing or two said about them also…03-14-20sandhillvisitor

 

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Marking time…

Lately I’ve been thinking about time, and how I’ve noticed the passing of time by different milestones over the years.  The first one that comes to mind was when we had vaccinations in school, I think in the third grade.  I remember telling myself that at least I didn’t have to have another one for three or four more years, I can’t remember which, but I told myself that it was okay because it was SUCH a long time away that the time would never pass.  That day would never come.  But of course it did.  And then there was the anticipation of being 16 and getting my drivers license.  By that time I did expect that the time really would pass, and the day would really come.  But really I hadn’t developed much more maturity because when it came to thinking about high school graduation I couldn’t imagine life after high school, so I wondered if it was a premonition that I would die young and wouldn’t have to face life after high school.  Fortunately I’m not psychic and that didn’t happen.

I think it was a quilted growth chart we saw at a recent quilt show that sent my mind down this path.  It was cute, the sort of thing you hang in a child’s room and note how much taller they are getting.  I never had one of those for my kids, but I remember being amused to realize that I could ‘see’ my son’s growth by how he no longer needed to stand on a stool to pee.  What an effective growth chart that was, while it lasted, until I was no longer needed in the bathroom.

I was 24 years old before I was legally old enough to vote, and I’m not sure I was ready before that age.  I anticipated my first opportunity to vote for President, voting for McGovern while living in CA but standing in solidarity with my home state of MA, and not much of anybody else.

I wished a lot of my life away in those young years.  Wishing the months away until the births of my kids, or my husband getting out of the Navy, and trying, and failing, to move back to New England.  I think I always had the feeling that life would be perfect if only the time would pass for these milestones to be reached.

Even now I’m not sure that I really appreciate each day that arrives with the sunrise every morning.  There are no more personal milestones to reach, that’s what grandchildren are for.  My own birthdays aren’t exactly a cause for celebration these days.  Now-a-days I’m marking time by refilling my weekly pill dispenser every five minutes, or so it seems. All the wishing time away in my youth may have caught up with me, finally, in these senior years.  I’m marking time one relentless week at a time, which I find annoying, but I suppose I should remind myself to be grateful each time I fill that darned thing back up.  One of these days it won’t be needed anymore, but for now please excuse me, because that’s exactly what I need to do next, or I’ll forget to take my medicine…

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Thanks to Norman Rockwell, by way of Pinterest…