THRILL OF A LIFETIME .. WATCHING THE HAYS EAGLES IN PITTSBURGH PA GROW UP!
FIRST FLIGHT! The oldest of three bald eaglets has fledged today with splendor.
I've been watching this eagle family since the egg stage, and today the first to hatch took off.. imagine being for months in one nest and suddenly having the whole sky to fly in! Wheeeee!
" But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. KJV Isaiah 40:31
This is the Dad watching the fledge from the sky...
and then there were two!
This is night vision cam on the two remaining eagles, one in the nest and the other up in the crotch of the tree. They are two days, and 7days younger than the one that fledged today.
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The eagles will fly around learning the ropes for the next several years and then will find a mate. At about four they will start nest building, and at five or so may lay eggs. Usually one egg. But this family laid three...an unusual feat, and a wonder that all three survived! Very often the third dies. But this couple have been extraordinary parents, with multiple feedings from the nearby river and woods brought to the nest faithfully. Lessons taught on survival, patience, respect, and how to feed oneself. Now they will have flying lessons and swimming fishing lessons in the river nearby. The cam will not be able to follow, unfortunately. It has been such a privilege to "live in the nest" since March of this year. The couple will return to this nest next winter to begin a new family. And hopefully I will spend a lot of time watching again. Such a fabulous experience this has been! |
That little fellow pitching the ball.... my grandson!
Shadows tell Stories
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A NETWORKING TOOL?
2.5 x 3.5 ATCs
In a new space, stepping into Santa Fe, NM.
A delightful foot joins my foot on the patio of the Santa Fe place.
A delightful foot joins my foot on the patio of the Santa Fe place.
PLAYING IN THE SANDBOX
Sometimes the studio seems much too serious! The child in me just wants to try stuff.
The image above was never dull in its life. It started with ink and alcohol and a chain. Then color and masked off shapes. There was nothing in this Rorschach ink blot for such a long time. Just a nice bunch of "blotty" forms tinged with color or adorned with a textural mix designed to go on watercolor paper. But then came the stirrings of a figure in motion. The lines implying fast movement and the "blocky" forms suggesting limbs in motion.
In the computer this became a Thief making a getaway. He is caught in memory more than form" with his trophy in hand and his feet carrying him down the sidewalk very fast. I have been so happy making up this story. Happy enough to love it even if no one else (for instance my son in law) understands it!
The image above was never dull in its life. It started with ink and alcohol and a chain. Then color and masked off shapes. There was nothing in this Rorschach ink blot for such a long time. Just a nice bunch of "blotty" forms tinged with color or adorned with a textural mix designed to go on watercolor paper. But then came the stirrings of a figure in motion. The lines implying fast movement and the "blocky" forms suggesting limbs in motion.
In the computer this became a Thief making a getaway. He is caught in memory more than form" with his trophy in hand and his feet carrying him down the sidewalk very fast. I have been so happy making up this story. Happy enough to love it even if no one else (for instance my son in law) understands it!
The 3 Americas! exhibition at Lincoln Center's Cork Gallery. Left to right, Susan Holland, curator and director, Judith Wray, of Visual Arts League, our sponsor and facilitator, Robert Rakita, American Muralist and Sculptor. and Lyka Cox, Brazilian artist. This is the hanging committee on opening night. The 70+ works are from all over the Western Hemisphere...two years of careful collecting and preparation. It opened just weeks after the appalling 9-11 events. A triumph!
Revisiting this in 2020 tells a story that I neglected to tell in my first caption. Nothing sold at this show! People in downtown NYC were scarce.
And they were often weeping. One little lady helped herself to some wine behind the desk and got tipsy. Not many people were clinking glasses.
But the show did go on. It reappeared in months after in various public and private libraries and some of the work still sits in storage waiting for another chance to shine. The HAPPINESS in this story is that we had such a turnout from all parts of the western hemisphere.
Such a happy display of art!
It doesn't get much happier than this.... Reading before bedtime with the youngest grandchildren. No link...just this photo.
Happiness for Two... Mommom and the slugger, long ago when it was underhand. This little guy is quite a reliable player now, at ten. He has a couple of grand slams to is credit this past summer 2013. Still asks me, "Hey Mommom, want to go out and pitch some balls? I am still good at a short session, but we have to use the wiffle ball. Life is good.
He got pretty good at baseball. He was called up to the bigger-boy's Little League to play for them.
Now this same grandson is nearing 16 years old, and has driven untold miles with his Dad and his learner's permit.
He is not only a terrific hitter on the baseball field, but also a terrific pitcher. Of course I like to take credit, but I have not been playing baseball with anyone for quite a few years now.
He got pretty good at baseball. He was called up to the bigger-boy's Little League to play for them.
Now this same grandson is nearing 16 years old, and has driven untold miles with his Dad and his learner's permit.
He is not only a terrific hitter on the baseball field, but also a terrific pitcher. Of course I like to take credit, but I have not been playing baseball with anyone for quite a few years now.
Here is the sunny patio in Santa Fe when it's under a good New Mexico snow event.
Happiness is a not a goal… it's a by-product of a life well lived. – Eleanor Roosevelt.
Here is a happy person, namely me, enjoying the cool lake water during a trip in 2001 to set up an art exhibit in the New York/ New Jersey area. 9-11 happened to the exhibit, unfortunately, but we had it anyway, and learned a lot about people dealing with major disasters.
Judy Wray and her husband took me to swim in a nearby lake. Judy and I swam across chatting about art, and lakes and kayaks and all sorts of things while Laci sat on the bank with some cold beer and a smile.
Judy Wray and her husband took me to swim in a nearby lake. Judy and I swam across chatting about art, and lakes and kayaks and all sorts of things while Laci sat on the bank with some cold beer and a smile.
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 Paul Hunter making music.
Paul Hunter was my son's English teacher fifteen years ago. He is still a wonderful find for me personally, as well as for a host of students past and poetry lovers present. This comes under the HAPPINESS label, oddly. The happy comes because of the beauty, pain, reverence,immediacy. LIKE AUGUST PEACHES IN KEFIR |
