Fragmented Solitude -VI. The Rain That Never Came

Good Morning

My trip to Bear River MBR was cut short today by a dashboard glowing with tire pressure warnings.

On the bright side,  there was also a pleasant moment: even before returning home a bold beauty walked right up and gave me a warm five-second curious stare. 

Generally, life is good.

Fragmented Solitude - V

 

Huntsville, July, 2026

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Lately, some photographs I have taken don't aline with what I’m trying to express. 

I am taking a break to figure out what to do next.

One Morning with a Sandhill Crane - I

Luck plays a big part in bird photography. Every time I visit Bear River MBR, I hope for a pinch of luck to make the trip worthwhile—whether that means spotting a bird I've never seen before, or catching another glimpse of a Short-eared Owl.

Seeing a Sandhill Crane and following it into the marsh felt like a dream come true.

Taking a moment to preen, a Sandhill Crane gets ready for his close-up.

Generally, life is good.