2013. tu-a-wee…tu-a-wee…

two eastern bluebirds

perched on top of their house

blowin’ in the wind

 

Two Eastern Bluebirds perched on top of their little wooden house. We saw them the other day in the meadow in the wind in the long tall grasses left over from last winter’s snow and winds. Seven little houses, each occupied now, spread across the meadow. The wind blows and they lean. The wind blows again, wings open, spread wide, and loft up and up and away, and they sing now of spring—tu-a-wee…tu-a-wee…tu-a-wee… 

2012. zoom. . .

a pair of ducks

slipping into the cool stream

zoom. . .

A pair of mallard ducks slipping into the cool stream, paddling their bright orange feet, webbed and efficient, keeping pace with our stride as we walk along the creek admiring the mirrored image of the trees crystal clear on the water, upside down.

 

2011. the dream

hey guys—

slow down, wait up for me

let’s play

 

“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself at sunset.” Crowfoot

What is life? It is the little boy who runs across the grass and loses himself in his dream. It’s never too late to chase your dream and bring it to life. Do it!

(Thank you, Isabelle, for this picture. 🙏🏻)