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Read MoreDouble-crested Cormorant ~ Phalacrocorax auritus ~ Pine Knoll Waterway, Southern Outer Banks
"In the Greek tale of Ulysses, after a storm broke the mast of Ulysses' raft, a sea nymph disguised herself as a cormorant and handed Ulysses a girdle to keep him afloat while he swam to shore." ~ https://www.cliffsnotes.com/cliffsnotes/subjects/literature/what-does-the-cormorant-bird-symbolize-in-mythology
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Black-Crowned Night-Heron ~ Nycticorax nycticorax ~ Southern Outer Banks
“How often, in the gathering dusk of evening, have we heard its loud, choking squawk and, looking up, have seen its stocky form, dimly outlined against the gray sky and propelled by steady wing beats, as it wings its way high in the air toward its evening feeding place in some distant pond or marsh!” ~ Arthur Bent
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Black-Crowned Night-Heron ~ Nycticorax nycticorax ~ Southern Outer Banks
"May the heron carry news of you to the heavens, and the salmon bring the sea's blue grace." ~ James Berlolino
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Great Egret, breeding plumage ~ Ardea alba ~ Southern Outer Banks
“On foot its movements are as graceful as those of the Louisiana Heron, its steps measured, its long neck gracefully retracted and curved, and its silk train reminded one of the flowing robes of the noble ladies of Europe. The train of this Egret ... makes its appearance a few weeks previous to the love season, continues to grow and increase in beauty, until incubation has commenced.” ~ John James Audubon
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Tricolored Heron (formerly, Louisiana Heron) ~ Egretta tricolor ~ Cedar Island National Wildlife Refuge, Outer Banks
"What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us. And when we bring what is within us out into the world, miracles happen." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
sand and foam ~ Southern Outer Banks
"I am forever walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
Forever.
Once I filled my hand with mist.
Then I opened it and lo, the mist was a worm.
And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird.
And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face, turned upward.
And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it there was naught but mist.
But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness." ~ Kahlil GibranDouble-crested Cormorant ~ Phalacrocorax auritus ~ Southern Outer Banks
"Promise me you will not spend so much time treading water and trying to keep your head above the waves that you forget, truly forget, how much you have always loved to swim." ~ Tyler Knott Gregson
It's not what you look at that mattersit's what you see. Henry David Thoreau
seaside ~ Southern Outer Banks
"Do not grow old no matter how long you live. Never cease to stand like curious children before the Great Mystery into which we were born." ~ Albert Einstein
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May your days be merry and bright!
This line comes from the song, *White Christmas,* written by Irving Berlin ~ full lyrics are below. Clyde McPhatter, of the Drifters, sings one of my favorite versions of the song.
"I'm dreaming of a White Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white."Cessna 195 and Monocoupe 110 Special "Gee Bee" (keepsakes)
"Flyers feel a certain kinship with the sight of the earth unencrusted by humanity, they want to see it that way in one sweeping view, in reassurance that nature still exists on her own, without a chain-link fence to hold her." ~ Richard Bach
Hooded Merganser ~ Lophodytes cucullatus ~ Huron River and Watershed
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Hooded Merganser ~ Lophodytes cucullatus ~ Huron River
"When your spirit cries for peace, come to a world of canyons deep in an old land; feel the exultation of high plateaus, the strength of moving waters, the simplicity of sand and grass, and the silence of growth." ~ August Fruge
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on the wing ~ Huron River Watershed, Michigan
“It is never too late to be what you might have been.” ~ George Eliot
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Downy, by the River ~ Picoides pubescens ~ Huron River, Michigan
"Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see." ~ C.S. Lewis
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Happy Fence Friday!
"In today’s rush, we all think too much....seek too much....want too much...and forget about the joy of just being." ~ Eckhart Tolle
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sweet autumn light ~ Huron River Watershed, Michigan
"Nature, whose sweet rains fall of just and unjust alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undetected. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole." ~ Oscar Wilde
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one morning by the river ~ Huron River, Michigan
“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.” ~ Lao Tzu
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the secret life of petunias ~ Michigan
"If you can't get quiet enough to hear yourself, your life is too loud." ~ Terri Guillemets
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Outside that Sunny Summer Window ~ Ohio River Valley
"The peddler has arrived at a substantial old farmhouse on a warm and sunny summer's day (a door and several windows are open, and the flowers ~ many of them staked or potted ~ are in full bloom)." ~ William T. Oedell
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rhythm of the rails ~ Huron River Watershed, Michigan
*City Of New Orleans* ~ Willie Nelson
"Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
And rolls along past houses farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name and graveyards full of old black men
And graveyards full of rusted automobiles
Good morning America how are you? Say, don't you know me I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards with an old man in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass that paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels a rumbling neath the floor
And the sons of poor men porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep rockin' to that gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good morning America...
[guitar]
Night time on the City of New Orleans changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half way home we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again the passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
Good morning America..."AFS Nikkor 70200mm f2.8G ED VR IINikon D7100train tracksMichiganHuron River Watershedrhythm of the railscover