If I have to choose a physical location to associate with the word ‘home’, it’d be Surf City, NC.
Today is a celebration of the art that is photography.
Mama and papa took off when I got up to go get the camera, but the three babies hung out and let me take their picture.
I needed some quiet time to figure out how to deal with some personal family stuff.
I keep trying to explain this to Annie, but she just won’t listen.
When one goes where the wind blows, as I do, sometimes the wind blows in a direction one doesn’t want to go. That’s part of the deal.
Welp, sorry Rocco. That was as much my fault as yours, and seriously, respect about the zipper thing.
I feel pretty accomplished.
Everyone knows I’m a bird guy, but every now and again a mammal catches my eye. I took a portrait of this little guy in New York.
If I didn’t, I’m disappointed in myself, because it’s awesome.
As you can see, the pergolas are quite lovely.
I haven’t gotten out much lately to go birding, but I carried the camera on a short walk yesterday.
This goose is walking around with some sort of dart in her shoulder.
I like the pink ones.
I don’t talk about it much, but I’m disabled. I used to do lots of things I can no longer do, and among those things is swimming. Because of my neck injury, I can’t swing my arms over my head. I can hang out in a pool or at the beach, sure, but actual swimming is not possible anymore, so when Beverly suggested snorkeling, I was hesitant.
It’s a big change from Wilmington.
Funny thing was, I usually didn’t have a lot of luck with the birds there.
Bunny tracks resembling a bunny made by a bunny. Maybe this should be called Recursive Art, or something.
…but it’s probably sharks.
Sometimes something runs, crawls, or creeps across my path that doesn’t have feathers but still interests me.