Another American Adventure: some last photos from FL ...

Thursday, February 7, 2013

some last photos from FL ...

The weather has been glorious this winter - warm during the day, mostly cool at night. Trying out my new camera around the house ...

Lots of herons and wading birds to for Jubilee and I to check on ...

There's a story behind this ...

The poinsettias still look good so I leave them out. This house has in many ways served as my hermitage these last few months, and I honor that. It has been a place of quiet and healing. Many good vibes here.

Aunt Louise and Gracie stop by for an overnight visit.

Spotted this guy this morning - the little black ducks with the metallic beaks in the back. Sometimes I don't see them and think that they have left, but here they are.

This big guy let me get this close ...

... before taking off.

2 comments:

JaneFebruary 10, 2013 at 12:43 PM
Where were these taken, Beth?
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beth cioffolettiFebruary 10, 2013 at 4:11 PM
Across the street from our house - where I take jubilee for walks.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.