Postcards from the Garden (2)

As the magenta blossoms of the Hawthorne begin to fade, they’re replaced by the even deeper crimson tones of large Peonies. Is it my imagination, or is everything blooming more abundantly this year? The Philadelphus is covered with tiny buds, as are the clambering roses on the pergola. Only a…

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Mist and Dust – part 2

Photographing wildlife in India We’re the first jeep on the scene. “Tiger, tiger!” the spotter exclaims and points into the bush. There he is, in all his magnificence, lying among the undergrowth. He’s barely visible, his stripes blending with the branches and grasses to conceal his form. We focus and…

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Mist and Dust

Photographing wildlife in India My alarm goes off at 4:30 am. I prefer the alarm to the use of a wake-up call and having to sleepily mumble ‘thank you,’ into the phone. I’ve laid out my clothing and equipment the evening before, so need little time to dress and make…

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The Past

Recently, I received (by way of my sister) many treasures and mementos that flooded me with memories of the past. The camera that my mother used from the early 50’s up until the day she couldn’t get parts for it anymore. Baby photos I’d never seen before. Baby photos taken…

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Love and Detachment

I watched as the hawk tore at the flesh of the young hare. The evening before, the young ones had emerged from the tall grass to play tag with their parents in the open field. Now, the two adult hares watched the hawk from the edge of the tall grass.…

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Seeing the shadow

One day last week, the world seemed to be filled with people who irritated me. At a certain point during the afternoon, fuming while stuck behind a slow and absent-minded driver, the realization hit me: I do exactly the same thing at times! As I went back and thought about…

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Enduring

About the same time that I was commemorating the life of an old friend, who had lived a good and fulfilling life and passed away peacefully, my beloved osprey nest on Hog Island, Maine was struck by a sudden and deep tragedy. Eagles dove in and manage to snap up…

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