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Living in Your Own Private Cryosphere

By | 2017-09-24T01:24:18+00:00 December 12th, 2013|Art-Ness, Blog, Pacific Northwest, Photography, Popular, Seattle +, Weather|

Water is always in flux, mutable — liquid, vaporous, frozen — evaporating, condensing and expanding. This fluidity of form and purpose fuels life with its hydrological rhythms. I find my own personal cryosphere on a 23-degree day in Seattle. Instead of water bears, though, in this ice I see the planetary and the galactic  ...

The White and the Blue [Birds]

By | 2017-12-11T04:10:45+00:00 November 20th, 2013|@ITBlog, Birds, Blog, Domestic Animals, Popular|

First there was Blue. She came to us from the great blue, the wild blue, as blue as Lightin' Slim, singing pigeon blues, not Rooster Blues. She came on banded foot, born of two other Blues who gave our Blue her azul feathers and fuchsia feet ... in a lineage that swept back through the blueness of her grandparents and past the great grandparents before them. They all commanded the skies and taught Blue, through genes and ingenuity, to carry on forward when the color of blue left her own skies.

Gull Chicks and Gateway Birds

By | 2017-12-11T04:11:29+00:00 August 1st, 2013|@ITBlog, Animal Behavior, Baby Animals, Bird Species, Blog, Gulls & Terns, Nesting, Pacific Northwest, Popular, Seattle +, Urban Wildlife & Nature|

Like Georgia O’Keeffe’s flower, the gull, along with many urban birds, is overlooked and pushed aside, sometimes literally under foot on crowded sidewalks. Also like O’Keeffe’s flower, when you take the time to really look at that gull and embrace the wholeness of her — her yellow bill, her gray coverts, her ear spots or orbital rings, the white tips of her stretched wings — she becomes your world not just for the moment, but in perpetuity.

Herons + Friends With Totipalmate Feet

By | 2017-09-24T02:25:10+00:00 April 5th, 2013|Bird Species, Blog, Herons and Egrets, Pacific Northwest, Popular|

It begins with a twig in the bill and the throaty croak of the swamp. They're creatures of the marshes, the Great Blues, now on ascent to a season in the trees where nests incubate eggs, and where clumsy young legs will soon dawdle on branches until they get their wings.