All of us are watching the horizon, waiting for that exact second when the glowing ball disappears. No one moves even an inch, not even their eyes, but when the event is over it is just a memory until 24 hours later.
Photographed at Fort Meyers Beach, Florida on Thanksgiving Day 2016
I am so excited to announce that after grieving the loss of my pet Pacific Parrotlet for seven months, my husband and I finally decided it was time to welcome a new pet friend into our household. This time we decided to adopt a Hahn’s macaw. Hahn’s macaws are like mini macaws. They look a bit like a regular large macaw, but are more the size of a conure, or a little bigger than a cockatiel.
We are yet to name our young lad, but we have already fallen in love with him. He is four months old, and will need to get used to being in a household with people. He seems to be a mild-mannered guy, but that could change once he gets used to us and our home.
I am home almost all day long, so he will get lots and lots of attention. He will also surely serve as my new emotional support animal. Back in February, after I lost my pet parrotlet, I wrote about the significance of emotional support animals, both official and unofficial. If anyone is interested in that post you can find it at The Emotional Support Pet.
Please wish me luck with my new friend, and feel free to share your loving stories about your pet(s). They are so so important to many of us.
Photos (clock-wise from top left): Chart showing the structure of an unprocessed coffee cherry, coffee bushes under unique trees, a coffee cherry byproduct (part of coffee cherry skin), finished roasted coffee beans ready for grinding for your coffee, unripe coffee cherries on the bush.Continue reading →
The flowers on our dwarf lilac bush have a grainy look, like tiny purple seeds that barely open up. The fragrance is still sweet and delights all of the senses. The bush blooms during three seasons, unlike larger varieties whose flowers die at the end of spring. Continue reading →
We walked up stairs and stairs along the many waterfalls at Ricketts Glen in Pennsylvania. My husband (then boyfriend) took photographs all along the way. He got a little too adventurous, though, at one spot, and down he fell. His body started sliding down the slimy rocks along the edge of one, but it only took me a millisecond to react. I grabbed his arm with all my might, and hoisted him back to safety. The only injury that he experienced was a dent on the hood of his camera lens.
A view during a hike in the Cayambe Coca Ecological Reserve in Ecuador.
My husband, our guide Patricio, and I walked through the brush in the drizzle to reach this spot where the sky became blue, and the sun shined. Right here we stood near the equator, between two hemispheres. Dark hills were in the foreground, with a snow capped mountain far behind. The earth that we stood on was full of grasses and green bushes. The air that we breathed was completely clean and fresh.
Audience members under the shed roof, and outside on the grass at the Tanglewood Music Festival in the Berkeshires of Massachussetts (Koussevitzsky Music Shed)
About five or so years ago, my husband and I had the joy of attending the concerts at the well-known Tanglewood Music Festival in the beautiful Berkshire Hills of western Massachusetts. Tanglewood is the famed summer home of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, and is an open-air shed, covered by a roof, but no walls on its sides. Continue reading →
How I find joy in the occasional foggy day, when my senses become extra keen and mind is soothed. Let me take a walk outside right now, and then a drive to my favorite nearby spots. I won’t venture far. I have no need to. Continue reading →