These little fellows greeted Marlene and I when we returned to Brazoria National Wildlife Reserve last week. (Yes, there are two!) These baby Alligators represent a new generation after the devastation caused by Hurricane Ike ion 2008. Before Ike, you would almost always see gators in the pond at the entrance. But after the saltwater… Continue Reading
I was never a big fan of abstract art. I was more of a realist. I preferred an image where the meaning was clear and straightforward. I was from the Horton School of Art Interpretation. “Say what you mean and mean what you say.” But over the years I have come to appreciate… Continue Reading
I found this little tadpole in a small pond. He and his brothers and sisters were frolicking in the muck and paddling around like toddlers fresh from a morning nap. I suppose there is nothing really unusual about these little guys. Well, except for where I found them. Their little pond was in an indentation on the… Continue Reading
In recent years, Marlene and I have been walking a great many paths like the one in the picture. Marlene is usually looking and listening for birds while I am constantly scanning for any thing visually interesting to capture with my camera. My constantly turning head waits for something to catch my eye. When nothing… Continue Reading
This is a picture of my family taken several years before I was born. It shows my Mom and Dad, his parents and brothers and sisters and a grandchild. This could really be anyone’s family back in the 1940’s. There are three generations of unique but otherwise “everyday” sort of folks. They had their squabbles… Continue Reading
“Into every life a little rain must fall…” But that doesn’t mean we have to like it! This Yellow-crowned Night Heron was hanging out over the swamp in Brazos Bend State Park. He was in plain sight of the boardwalk. He looked miserable, wet, and sad. His response was perfectly appropriate given that the… Continue Reading
“We need a renaissance of wonder. We need to renew, in our hearts and in our souls, the deathless dream, the eternal poetry, the perennial sense that life is miracle and magic.” ~ E. Merrill Root We live on a flat earth and it is getting flatter by the decade. There was a time when… Continue Reading
On Wednesday morning I got up at 6:00 AM in order to pursue my still developing habit of a morning walk on the treadmill. However, I was a little leery since my spouse did not have to go in to work and was sleeping in. Our treadmill is in our bedroom so I had asked… Continue Reading