I wish I could give you 5 Failsafe Things To Do To Survive 2020. I can’t. My coping method has been to count the months until 2021 and use that number to calculate how strong I need to be. Except that I’m unable to reach that level of strength, and it requires the assumption of two…
After having so much fun on the 4th being with friends and family at the lake, it seemed especially quiet and empty when I came home. Usually H and I would have company at our house for a 4th of July celebration or we’d go to a park where a band was playing and there…
When life (or retirement) doesn’t go as planned, I have found that you can mope away your life or you can make adjustments. That doesn’t mean you have to go all Pollyannish. There is nothing wrong with taking the time you need to grieve. But even when you are grieving, I have found that it…
A woman waits patiently by the river Her dogs sniff the ground nearby She watches feathers of white dip their heads Disappear, then reappear Beads shimmer and drip Beaks run through feathers like a comb The woman wishes and wants How can every movement be words of grace? Okay, heads dip, butts stick up, legs…
What I consider to be beautiful has changed over time. I’m not sure whether that’s due to the wisdom that comes with age or the age that comes with age. In my younger years, beautiful was thin but with enough muscle to show strength and tone. It was correctly proportioned eyes, nose and lips set…
I’m a play it safe kind of lady. If I have one change in the works, I certainly don’t want to intentionally bring another change or challenge into the mix. Too much stress all at once. Too many things I’ll have to do all at once. Too much uncertainly, all at once…
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I’ll be curious to see if anyone notices the sand crane in the first photo…
Exquisite images Maery Rose! I cannot see the sandcrane…or are they all sand cranes?!? we have our yearly migration coming through in Socorro at the Bosque del Apache mid November….such wonder! Reminds me of Terry Tempest William’s new book I’m reading, :When Women were Birds.” Lovely!
Yep, see the crane!! Right there on the ground on the left! You take gorgeous pictures!! Love them!!
Mary – Thank you. I like the title of the book. I’ll have to see if I can find it.
Paint Girl – You got it! Gorgeous days make the shots easy and the geese were so cooperative. They just kept coming and coming and coming…
Loved the post!
Thanks for pointing out the Sandhill Crane, I had to go back and look for it. Nice pic! Love the post. Happy Fall!
We have sandhills down here in the winter. A few years ago I knew where to find the flocks, but now, with drought and changing farming patterns, I’d have to look just a bit. There’s nothing like a whole field of geese or cranes!
The white pelicans are coming in now – I saw a large flock this week. They’re always a harbinger of our first real cold front, so I’ll be sniffing the air. The geese will be later – often mid-November or so. I love to hear them.
Lori – I’m glad!
Zoma – I didn’t realize the cranes were there until I downloaded the photos, although I did hear them calling. I love the way they sound!
Linda – Thanks for stopping by! I love watching the pelicans fly over when I’m in California. I got a little burned out on the sounds of geese when I was at a festival where there were goose and duck calling competitions. But enough time has passed that the sound is something pleasant again. =D
Oh there it is! I would have missed the crane had you not mentioned it. Great capture…in fact they all are.
I was walking with a friend at Elm Creek last weekend and a flock of Trumpeter Swans flew over our heads. Of course I could not for the life of me get them in the view finder of my camera in time.
Beautiful pictures!!!
This is so beautiful! Such a lovely tribute to the changing seasons..the light..to life!
Poetic words to go with gorgeous photos. It cannot possibly be the “last nice day”. They told us that here last week, and we had a few gray days but the blue is back!