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The most important thing is stop look around, take in your surroundings, what's right in front of you maybe priceless. Unmediated reality is where it's at.

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Red Winged Blackbird

Lover of bull rush, noisey and prolific. Our wetland is the playground of many of these.

The Woodland Edge Garden

"It is a well established fact that the most productive areas of a woodland are along its edges where higher light levels allow a greater diversity of plant growth."

A nice list of plants that thrive on the edge of the forest.

Kolhwes Dike Road

South end of Useless Bay

Open in maps

Mid Winter Northwest

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Room With A Veiw

When we are lucky the gods of weather grant us a few beautiful days in mid winter. If the wind dies down the temperature will be in the 60's. This is the view from my couch today.  I need to get out doors and do some work.


Red Tail Hawk

Photograph by Craig Johnson

The hawks come by almost every day. The adjacnt wetland has a few trees taht offer a good veiwing perch for the hawks they often come in pairs.

Red Tail Hawk page at Audubon Society 

Hear the call of the red tailed hawk.

Spotted Towhee

Photo by By Walter Siegmund (talk) - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, Link

Eating bread with the sparrows and junco's on our deck.

Audubon page for towhee

Red Breasted Sapsucker

Today this guy  was eating bugs in the holly tree that grows next to our deck. The photo is from wikipedia, mine didn't turn out that good.

Link to Audubon Society Page


Uselss Bay Owls

Recorded by Flora Goldthwaite during the lunar eclipse, at the end of Sunshine Lane.


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  1. the omission of a sound or syllable when speaking (as in I'mlet'se ' en ).
    • an omission of a passage in a book, speech, or film."the movie's elisions and distortions have been carefully thought out"
    • the process of joining together or merging things, especially abstract ideas."unease at the elision of so many vital questions"

Moths by Adam Zagajewski

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Moths watched us through
the window. Seated at the table,
we were skewered by their lambent gazes,
harder than their shattering wings.

You’ll always be outside,
past the pane. And we’ll be here within,
more and more in. Moths watched us
through the window, in August.





Lisboa at Christmas

Inside a universe of light.