Spring Cleaning . . . Now Tuscon . .

To any friend or lost soul who wandered in here . . . circumstances have me mainly using this blog to record memories of loveliness and the longing for . . . . for . . . .well . . I guess a longing to seek refuge in nature - a refuge from these turbulent times.


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Looking back . .

Upside down cloud reflection in pond.


SHARK!















Looking back isn't as painful now that the sun and the birds are returning:0)

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In the air . . in the soil . . in the trees . . . in the breeze

. . around last years goldfinch nest . . .

Something's stirring . . .


On my windshield . .

On my brother's hat - a White-throated sparrow . .



amidst the Aconite blooms . .


in the Vernal Witch hazel it's drifting . .



around the Snowdrop and first bee it's wafting. . .


and calls us to do some spring cleaning . . .



Yes, something's stirring.
. . . . in the robin's song.


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Yikes!

When I took the above picture, I really hadn't appreciated how ughhhhhly this bird's feet are. Kinda makes me feel better about my own not-so-gorgeous toes.

Any guesses as to the owner of those scary pink appendages?




Hmmmmm?






Give up?




OK. Here's a shot I got of Wood Storks wading out a soaking rain at Sanibel Island, Florida.




(do click! They're ready for their closeup;0)

So ugly they're purty.

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