A few weeks ago a pair of Carolina Wrens had built a nest in a flower pot on the patio. Soon there were three eggs, and thinking it’d be helpful to shield the nest from the high traffic area near the door, the plant stand was moved to the other side of the patio a few feet away. Unexpectedly, the wren seemed to have problems locating the bright red flowers and abandoned the nest. So the planter was moved back to the original spot and over the next three days the total of eggs grew to 6! Wrens will sit on the nest for about two weeks, but about a week later a strong storm came through and toppled the plant stand. The three new eggs were on the ground in the driving rain. So I did my best to put things back in order and the wren came back later in the day and continued sitting. Somewhat miraculously, two of the eggs still managed to hatch. I took a series of photos of the nest as the days passed, with both the male and female continuously bringing food for the growing chicks. Today they fledged and only the original three eggs were left inside. Wrens will often lay two or three broods, so we’ll see if they reuse the nest in the next few days. Happy Spring!
I was watching a documentary on Norman Rockwell last week and saw one of his illustrations for the first time – it was called “The Connoisseur”. It was featured in early 1962 as one of his 322 covers of the Saturday Evening Post. I hadn’t seen this artwork before, but it immediately reminded me of a photograph I took in a small museum in Georgia earlier this year. Not exactly the same, but brought a quick smile…
“Nothing could be more lonely and nothing more beautiful than the view at nightfall across the prairies to these huge hill masses, when the lengthening shadows had at last merged into one and the faint after-glow of the red sunset filled the west.” – Theodore Roosevelt
Teddy Roosevelt is big in the Dakotas. And that’s not referring to Mt. Rushmore. But when thinking of how I could describe North and South Dakota, “quiet” came quickly to mind. After driving more than 2,200 miles in just over a week, the scarcity of development, people and changing landscapes are a constant. There was sound- the wind and birdsong is always around, but it didn’t erase that quiet. Continue reading →
I vaguely remember watching the movie “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil” some years back and not enjoying it very much. But I also remember seeing the book that inspired the movie and appreciating its cover photograph. I haven’t given it much thought since, until I was in Savannah, Georgia again this week. I was looking for something new to do and bought a ticket to the Telfair Museums. The $20 ticket provides access to the Telfair Academy, the Jepson Center, and the Owens-Thomas House. It was in the Jepson Center, a small contemporary art gallery, that the original “Bird Girl” statue was standing.
The “Bird Girl” Statue, now displayed in the Jepson Center, Savannah, Georgia
Over the past few weeks I’ve had a few days here and there for weekend travel, and churches are a theme that I usually can add to as I drive around most locations. For example, on a recent long weekend in southern Georgia I shot over three dozen rural churches and then several more on Christmas weekend trip in Florida.
Old Church, Windsor, Florida, Alachua County (Year unknown)
Now when looking at the great western parks for an autumn trip, Yosemite wouldn’t probably be my first recommendation. It was a first time to the area, so I carved out a few days to camp and explore in late September, hoping to discover the type of iconic views made famous from the likes of Ansel Adams and many other talented photographers over the decades.
Holland- renowned for tulips, windmills, and extracurricular activities. On my recent visit though, I stuck to PG-rated pursuits. I was determined to get windmill shots while in the Netherlands, so I carved out a day to visit a small village outside of Rotterdam. This impressive location about one and a half hours south of Amsterdam is the UNESCO site of Kinderdijk. A series of nineteen windmills, mostly from the 18th century, are spaced out along canals stretching approximately two miles. Continue reading →