a second look, birds, eagles, Florida wildlife, nature, nesting, perseverance, photography

Kids these days…

They sure grow up fast, don’t they?  The eagles chicks had just hatched when I headed north for a visit in December.  I supposed I’d miss them completely.  And I guess I did miss the eaglet stage.  This ‘kid’ is a fledgling at the moment, though he didn’t do much fledging today.  He and Mom stayed in the same spots the entire time I was there, turning their heads this way and that, and that’s all they did.  I saw an adult fly away from the nest as I walked over to take up my position to shoot.  I was happy to spot this adult so easily since she was nicely positioned against the tree, but it took me a minute to realize that that lump just below and behind her was the baby.  He stayed in the shadows, and they both heard Dad calling when he landed out of sight in a tree nearby.  I think I teased about how less than regal the fledgling looked the last time I was here, but I think he’s gotten that regal stare down pretty well now.  What a privilege it is to be able to observe them, and they are far enough away that I don’t think we disturb them. 03-20-19kids103-20-19kids203-20-19kids303-20-19kids403-20-19kids503-20-19kids6

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Do-over…

So yesterday I looked forward to the sunset all day, but it never broke through the clouds.  And today the clouds broke, not with sunshine, but with rain.  And the laundry that didn’t get done last night did get done today.  But when I thought to check the sunset, in the drizzle, this is what I found.  Another dreary day, but this time with a cherry on top…03-19-2019SMsunset503-19-2019SMsunset403-19-2019SMsunset303-19-2019SMsunset

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Green Key Park…

I had promised myself all day that I’d go out for the sunset.  It was to be my reward for keeping my nose to the grindstone while I sorted out the last bits and pieces of my ‘stuff’.  That the day didn’t look promising didn’t discourage me much, the sunset often overcomes a dull looking day.  And besides, I had a backup plan.  I would head out for the sunset as usual, but I also loaded up the car with my laundry just in case.  One way or the other the evening wouldn’t be a waste.  The waste part is questionable, but there was excitement.  There was a near rear-end collision (I was scouting for more possible sunrise locations, for only a second I swear, and traffic had stopped ahead of me).  As my father used to say, and he was talking about my driving at the time, “an inch is as good as a mile”.  Then there was  a mad dash across a busy road to get cash for the laundromat.  I always wonder what would possess a person to run across a near highway, and now understand that they are merely getting cash to do their laundry.  But I got it, and got to the laundromat at 8:05, and found a sign to the effect that they were closing early, at 8:00, while they install new washers.  So those Green Key bridge at sunset photos are the big deal of the day.  I kept swearing to myself that I could see some color in those clouds.  I really did, but I can’t see it at all in the pictures.  And the storm that was threatening all day?  It still hasn’t arrived.  I guess that even the sunshine State has to do without the sun once in a while…

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The finish line…

I prefer to think that my obsession with downsizing, purging, and getting rid of all the ‘stuff’ in my life that was weighing me down, originated with me.  Or, more correctly, with Charley.  That I started feeling as if I needed to liberate myself from my ‘stuff’ came long before the tiny house movement.  Even though we had sold the house we lived in for 35 years and had to pare things down to make that move, Charley still had tons of stuff he left behind when he died.  And even though I remembered how he surprised me back then by going through his things and tossing/giving away all sorts of things without any agonizing whatsoever, I did agonize over his things.  All his things were treasures, they were worth something, collectibles, as he was fond of reminding me.  I could be tossing away something of value.  My own stuff was junk, admittedly, so it was the physical act of going through boxes that had been sitting on shelves in the garage for years that would get the best of me.  I would tell myself that I ought to just throw those boxes away, don’t even open them I’d think, but I couldn’t seem to do that, and I’d keep on procrastinating.  But now I have finally done it, I’m pretty much at the finish line, spurred on because I wanted to save my kids the torture of going through all my stuff and sorting and tossing it away.  They’ll probably have to do some of that one day but they can rest assured that it is, in fact, junk, so toss away!

So what has made the cut?  What have I managed to keep with me through moves from MA, to IN, to CA, to MD, and, finally, to this little place in FL?  Besides the sewing machines, cameras, computers, and iPhones we have these gems.  Treasures from my childhood, and items that caught my eye over the years.  As I acquired them, the little stained glass candle holder bought in Beanblossom, Indiana for example, could I have ever imagined that it would stay with me, across country in both directions, and be with me here in what I expect is my last home?  Which in reality is my first ever apartment, so to speak.  The first place I’ve ever made for myself alone.  But furnished with the items that I have held close to my heart, that have pleased me, comforted me, delighted me, and carried me from childhood to, ahem, maturity…

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Happy St. Paddy’s Day…

There is nothing Irish about these photos, except that they were taken this morning from a bridge on Rt. 19 in Port Richey, FL.  I still haven’t scouted for new and different spots to shoot the sunrise and/or sunset from my new and different home base.  I’m too busy having brainstorm after brainstorm concerning decorating my new home.  And each new idea seems to require turning the entire house upside down to accomplish them.  That’s not new for me, my kids can attest to that, but once I’m ‘done’ that’ll be it.  It’s the getting there… 03-13-17stpaddy'ssunrise403-13-17stpaddy'ssunrise303-13-17stpaddy'ssunrise203-13-17stpaddy'ssunrise

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The Ides of March…

After a nice dinner with a friend on Wednesday I realized that I had some choices of places to stop for the sunset on the way home.  But if I headed straight to the pond at home I would be exactly on time, and I’d also be at home.  I opted for home, even though there is only one view available, but it is the sunset that is the star of the show after all. And I don’t know that it’s ever taken me a day and a half to look at my pictures, but my heart hadn’t been in it and I didn’t expect much from them.  I was right, but not completely. 03-15-19sunset1