A favorite warm-weather passtime of which I am only mildly apologetic: lying on my back on sidewalk of warm pavers outside the back door, trying to comprehend where in the world I am; where in the universe, where in time. And why. Almost always overhead, soaring birds on warm thermals trace spirographic arcs through my vision and my thoughts, lifting me up out of our valley to gain perspective, often to look back down through keen avian eyes at the sprawling man, arms outstretched–a …

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I hoping for at least five “keeper” images of spring wildflowers for a possible future note card set. So far, it’s been slow to happen, first with the early warmth the first of March followed by the rapid return to winter in April. These Virginia Bluebells are tamed wildflowers; we transplanted them from their original hillside home over on Walnut Knob. And wish we’d brought a dozen more, if only for this one week in spring when the magenta and cyan buds become pale …

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“God made ferns to show what he could do with a leaf” said Thoreau. And I’m convinced God also designed them so that no one could ever do them justice by means of a photograph. You have to be there, close to the earth, sitting on a fallen log at the edge of the wet meadow, to full appreciate them. Early on as they first emerge and uncoil in their singular fiddlehead fashion, they hide among the jumble of leaf litter and fallen branches …

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Ann called almost inaudibly from the kitchen. It almost seemed as if she were trying to talk without even moving her lips. Finally I made out what she was almost saying: turkey. Right. Here. I grabbed the camera and got a few mostly bad shots, because the window glass reflection played havoc with the autofocus on the lens. There was practically no light, so the ISO got pushed to 800. I can say this: this is the best picture of a turkey I’ve ever …

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So we’ve now had two full nights without a nibble. No creature was stirring, not even a mouse. What a profound relief to be free (for now) of things that go bump in the night. The scratching was so loud at times it even upset the dog, who would come stand in the dark at my side of the bed for reassurance. But yesterday, we were all well rested. The dog was up to his usual antics for this time of year, what with …

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