As I mentioned in my last post, one of the things I learned from my dad is photography.I learned how to love the process, to enjoy looking for things to capture and figuring out how to frame them, how to notice things. In honor of him, of this gift, and of Father’s Day, here are a few pictures I took this weekend.
this is what happiness looks like, sam running in the dog park
I forgot to tell you that the other day on our morning walk, we saw two turtles digging holes to lay their eggs. In fact, they may have been actively laying when we saw them. They were only about 20 feet away from each other, and both tensed but didn’t move when they saw us. One was over the hole that has been used (by the same turtle?) for the past 5+ years. Later, we saw an empty nest, it’s edges littered with shells. I chose to believe those babies hatched and are swimming around deep in Wood Duck pond, rather than breakfast in a raccoon or fox’s belly.
The robin who spent all those weeks throwing herself against the bathroom windows of my neighbor and I’s houses is a mama. She finally built a nest on the light over my neighbor’s back porch, but still spends a few hours a week throwing herself at the window. There are at least three babies, and they look really close to being ready to leave the nest.
Also seen on our morning walks this week:
two sets of baby geese (one already colored like the adults, only miniature, and the others still with baby fuzz),
two herons being chased by smaller birds who repeatedly dive bombed them,
a white tailed deer,
a kid sized inflatable pool and float toy both fully inflated and abandoned in a grassy field,
a probably rabid skunk by the Little Dog Park (Eric and the boys saw this on their walk, but it’s worth mentioning),
a letter to the Department of Labor and Employment, Division of Employment and Training, Benefit Payment Control that had clearly dropped out of someone’s pocket or backpack, so I brought it home and mailed it,
an abandoned homework and grade report for a 7th grader that’s apparently failing,
new graffiti on the Soft Gold Park bathrooms (970 B.P.L., Brown Pride),
a wild rose growing and blooming in the middle of the Little Dog Park,
and a river so black and full of soot, it smelled burnt.