Bowing and jumping
Sandhill Cranes show their feelings
Springtime courtship dance

Adventures, Animals and Images
A Nature Photographer's Random Ramblings
Shows off rosy throat
Withstands temps below freezing
High meadows jewel
It was very very humbling being on the birding field trip today. I think that we had about 45 different species, but most of them we never saw….only heard…..There were a number of amazing experts along that could identify all the birds just by their songs and calls….to me it was often impossible to distinguish one call from another….much less memorize it so that I would know it once I heard it again….
This photo is of one of the few birds that we actually saw….a Broad-tailed Hummingbird…..and it was many many meters away. I carried a cheaper lighter-weight camera so the quality of the image is rather poor….I carry this camera to help assist in the identification of birds and sometimes do not carry my much heavier camera. Today, I knew that we would be walking for about four hours so chose to take the lighter camera. The image quality is not very good compared to my other cameras, however.
Hope you had a good Saturday:

Now if we listen
we can hear plants rejoicing
Heavy March snowstorm
Today, our area was blessed with a good heavy March snowstorm. Late this afternoon, as the sun was setting, I went outside and listened and distinctly heard the muted sounds of plants rejoicing. And like the seeds beneath the snow, I found myself dreaming of Spring.

Out in wilderness
As I stand free and healthy
A war is raging.
For the world which seems
to lie before us like a land of dreams
So various, so beautiful, so new
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.
And we are here as on a darkling plain.
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight
Where ignorant armies clash by night. – Mathew Arnold from “Dover Beach”
How can a man like myself, soaked with news, his senses muffled, shielded by the mechanics of his civilization and worn into despair by its brutalities, how can he know the real earth when he meets it? How can he be company for it? – John Hay In Defense of Nature
