Echoes in the Brine This image is mostly out of focus, yet it caught my eye and made me smile. Two white shorebirds stand in the shallow water. The bird in the foreground is unmistakably an egret; its back turned to the camera in quiet retreat. The other bird—perhaps a gull—is the one that intrigues me, its beak opens wide as if letting out a sharp cry. The posture and expression remind me of an avian echo of Edvard Munch’s famous abstract painting, The Scream. Step into a world where even the smallest moments—like the glint in a bird's eye—tell their own story. #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #egret #gull image
Good morning. 🐶🐈☕ 2 December 2025 Charlie is right here, nudging me to scratch his head—it’s a thing, you know. He gets something out of it, perhaps a feeling of kinship or belonging, and of course I do too. Scientifically speaking, petting a dog releases oxytocin—the “love hormone”—that bonds us together. Dog or cat, it works beautifully. I doubt it’s the same for an iguana or a goldfish, but what do I know. At the same time, cortisol—the stress hormone—drops, calming you, while dopamine and serotonin rise, further inducing contentment. So if you have a furry friend nearby, reach out. I glance out the window and see darkness and gloom—not doom, just a cold, drizzly morning. The birds are absent, but the squirrels are busy raiding the feeders, as usual. Until I let Charlie out the back door, that is. For him, it’s sport—chasing squirrels. Sometimes it’s fun to watch the sudden scatter of birds and squirrels when Charlie charges outside. I’ve thought about installing a pet door in the back storm door, or perhaps replacing it with one that already includes a pet door. For those across the water, a storm door is simply a door that’s one big window, sitting outside the entry door. But I wonder—would I be inviting critters in if I did that? The last thing I need is a squirrel, raccoon, or possum bouncing around inside the house. And what about the local reptiles? Would they see it as an open invitation? I’ll need to give it some more thought. 🤔 “Happiness is a warm puppy.” – Charles M. Schulz “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… it’s about learning to dance in the rain.” – Vivian Greene “Nature is alive with surprises; just look at the squirrels racing through the trees.” – William Faulkner #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #morning #barn #architecture #dogs #pets #weather image
Rockin Sparrow Flying Like an Eagle A chipping sparrow (Spizella passerina) flies from right to left in front of tree limbs. image
Red Flowers Against Darkness The photograph is of a bunch of Chinese pinks (Dianthus chinensis). These flowers are actually red flowers with five petals that have saw tooth edges. If you love flowers—or just enjoy discovering their beauty and names like I do—come explore my gallery of blooms captured in moments of wonder and curiosity. #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #plants #flowers #ChinesePinks image
The Sandbar Choir The procession and bustle of shorebirds along the beach form a calming rhythm at the water’s edge. Black skimmers (Rynchops niger) settle upon a sandbar just beyond the land, their gathering a quiet testament to the shore’s living ceremony. image
Feathers Against the Bright Like Icarus, this brown pelican (Pelecanus occidentalis) seemed to soar too close to the sun. Yet its wings are not bound by wax, and so it carried on—gliding through a morning light so brilliant it seemed to drown the sky itself. If you enjoy wildlife and nature photography, check out my photo gallery here: #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #pelican #BrownPilican image
Good morning. 🌥️⛅🌤️ 1 December 2025 Thanksgiving is behind us, and we survived—mostly. Now comes the gauntlet: property taxes, then Christmas, then insurance, and after that, more taxes. It’s the same series of events I mention every year, all bunched into a short stretch so we can really feel the crunch. The holiday season—when money takes its own holiday. After that, though, it’s mostly smooth sailing for the rest of the year. Back to Thanksgiving. At the house in Georgia, tucked away in a cellular dead zone, I had a plan this year. I bought a cellular booster to get a signal inside. I didn’t set it up quite right, but it worked well enough. I tried to stream the Dallas/Kansas City game, but that was a no-go. Still, the plan had promise: I connected a hotspot to the booster’s signal, which gave us internet. My theory on why it failed? I hadn’t accounted for the several young girls who gathered in the living room, drawn to those three bars of signal and happily using up the bandwidth. C’est la vie. Next year I’ll do better. My wife and her sisters all said the same thing about the gathering: “It was something else this year!” They were exhausted. The unofficial estimate was about 50 people, though I think it was more, with different groups drifting in and out. Hard to keep track. Most were family and friends, but not everyone was familiar. Kids played football in the yard, while some adults held a red-cup side party on the edges. And just like that, we’ll do it all again in a year. “Thanksgiving Day—Let all give humble, hearty and sincere thanks, now, but the turkeys.” —Mark Twain “It must be a poor reception area… he seems to have shut down completely!” —CartoonStock #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #morning #thanksgiving #cellular #sunrise image