I was able to get nine exposures of this Northern Harrier as it flew by at the Sacramento Wildlife Refuge, but nine made for a very wide photo.
Category Archives: Poetry
Lost Opportunities
“All the world’s a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.”
? Sean O’Casey 1880-1964
In the audience
I am as cool as Sherlock Holmes
On stage, I sweat
The lights are blinding
Where are my lines?!!
……Your window was open
I looked in
drawn, moth-like, to all the possibilities
of what it is you are about
Yes, though your window was open
wontedly
I discovered only myself
looking out
An entire building abandoned
Current Thinking on High Voltage Rapture
I See Your Point
When debating the Heron or the stately Egret,
never, never respond with, “and your point being?”
That is a comeback you would likely regret.
Fowl Identification
By the book,
it was a White-fronted Goose.
The reasoning behind its name?
Well, that is a little abstruse.
But it made perfect sense
when by the sheerest of luck
a day or so later,
I profiled a Ring-necked Duck.
WTF?!
Be Safe! Solve This Riddle!
Your mission, friends, should you decide to accept it, is to figure out what the subject of this photograph is and how it came to be. I did add some art filters and distortion to make it less obvious. Here is the riddle that provides the answer:
For me it was just a typical morn
as the babe from the fiery furnace was born.
The crib was hot and ready for rest,
but where in the world could stand such a test?
Lacking for space, it lay down on a burner
and waited in ambush for me, the wrong turner.
The water was cold, though it wanted to boil,
when the beast with a bang sprang from its coil.
Lucky for me, I was just out of its reach,
but for your future well-being, I thee beseech,
if it is fire you need, and proceed with dispatch,
be more than certain you light the right match.
Today’s Weather—Mostly Bunny With Scattered Flowers
“Shadow is the obstruction of light” Leonardo da Vinci
No, it’s this way. Yes, I’m sure.
Sooner or Later, Gravity Wins
Monday morning, I had the following experience at the SeaTac disc golf course. Of course, I had to put it to rhyme:
In the dappled shade of a towering pine
the sun I’d craved, I now declined
High above, two little birds
embroiled in more than a war of words
A whirling, twirling, mid-air fight
WHOSE EXPECTATIONS WERE IN THE RIGHT?
If I’d been a cat, I’d have had my sup
wrestling birds cannot stay up
I craned my neck
What kind of birds are those?
They then crash-landed on my nose
That’s how I got my close-up view
of not one little Nuthatch…but two