Friday, October 03, 2014

Packing up

I finally took the plunge and moved my blog to Wordpress!

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Sunday, September 21, 2014

Parasoled

It didn't feel much like the end of summer today; Atlanta is as hot as ever in the middle of the afternoon. We strolled along the Belt Line looking at the art on display and found these two sweet little girls...

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Shine on

I was the-lady-behind-the-snowy-owl in a thousand photos taken that night!
Given the opportunity, I'll complain to most anyone who'll listen about how much I hate living in the city, but I have to admit (however grudgingly!) that it does have its perks, one of which is the Lantern Parade. It's such a fun event and is unique to ATL...

It feels like everyone in the city comes out and it's a crazy riot of colorful people (and their mostly homemade lanterns) and music. A group of us from the Atlanta Audubon Society walked the two mile route together with our lanterns decorated with birds - mine had monarch butterflies - along with an estimated 15K others. It's a wonderful event for the community; participants come up with a crazy, creative variety of ways to add color and light to the parade and people line the pathway and rooftops to watch. It's held each year to celebrate the opening of Art on the Beltline, an exhibition that I hope to post about later in the week.

I found the video below to give you a peak at the view from above... I especially like the dusk shots at the beginning with the skyline in the background and at the end from the after parade party in Piedmont Park!


Atlanta Beltline Lantern Parade 2014 - Filmed By American Drone Industries from E.T. Phoned Home on Vimeo.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Season's end

There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go?
~ Joe Wheeler

My summer of sun and fun at the Jersey Shore has come to an end and I'm back in ATL to wait out the off season... 

We packed up the cars, the dog, the bunny and at least 5 gallons of beach sand in every nook and cranny of my belongings and took the long way home along the Blue Ridge Parkway. I've seen these mountains in Spring, but in late Summer they show their true glory framed by blooming Joe Pye and Black-Eyed Susan. It was already feeling like Fall last week at 6,000 feet above sea level, even if there were still a couple Least Tern chicks waiting for the sky back on my NJ beaches.

I'd thought I'd be despondent at leaving the beach and its birds, but it was time; the work I was there to do was done. My last week on the beach had been filled with gray days and a cool northeast wind. I felt the season beginning to shift gears, felt the summer fading into the wind. The birds, for the most part, had already moved on.

The idea that I'd have time to blog about any of the work that I was doing was ridiculous! I hope to revisit some of the highlights (and the failures) here in the weeks to come, and to process all that I saw and learned. I miss the beach already, of course; I miss staring out at the sea for hours, miss the little dramas that played themselves out among the beach-nesting birds that I was privileged to know, miss being a part of something important.

Anyway so... stay tuned! And in the meantime, tell me about what you've been up to...

Wednesday, July 09, 2014

Fast forward

Piping Plover chick 1 of 2. Day 25. Fledge Day!

We lost two chicks from this brood, but it's still a win.

If I repeat that often enough, I might begin to believe it...

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Fresh from the nest!

Piping Plover chick 1 of 4. Day 7. 19 days until fledge day.

Today was our first sunny day with people on the beach.

We all survived without too many ruffled feathers.

:-)

Saturday, May 31, 2014

How to: have hope

Least Tern scrape
American Oystercatcher caginess
Waiting to be found
Just as the sun steps over the horizon, head east. Drive with the sun in your eyes until you hit water. Do not think about yesterday's losses. Do not linger too long over what might've been. Do not wonder what you should have done differently.

Climb over the seawall and greet the Oystercatchers on their way to the river. Tip-toe through the wrack and nod towards the grumpy fishermen. Get down on your hands and knees to see what gifts the tide has left you. Do not mind the tears; the sand and the wind in your eyes are a good excuse.

See the Least Terns overhead: the brazen, bustling air-defense system of this beach. Let your eyes map their petite features: the quick wings, the black cap, the downward-pointing yellow bill. Count them by the dozens. Admire the simplicity of their nest: in a pebbly depression of dry sand, eggs 1 to 4, from pale greenish to dull drab, spotted with clear brown and some lavender.