Eluding the camera, but not my attention

Over the past few days, three monarch butterflies have brought joyful pause—two in our backyard and one monarch floating low towards the ferns and palmettos of open light at the nearby Red Bug Slough preserve.

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Where there was fire

This photo was inspired by the time-lapse video posted last month by the Nature Conservancy.fire1

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Observations of a scrub jay at Oscar Scherer

This Florida scrub jay sang one single call before it hopped down to uncover a few berries from the leaf cover and fly back up to its scrub-oak perch. scrubjay*

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Skimming swallows

Swallows were one of John Muir’s favorite birds of the “sunny air.” In his chapter in The Yosemite on the birds of the wilderness area, he notes how flocks of beautiful green swallows skim over the streams. He recalls as a boy in Scotland: “In the spring when the swallows were coming back from their winter homes we sang — ‘Welcome, welcome, little stranger,/ Welcome from a foreign shore;/ Safe escaped from many a danger.’”… I watched closely yesterday as a group of swallows skimmed Red Bug Slough, low over the water where the insects were. swallow in flight

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Short Fiction: “Coffee Break”

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Photo by Tyler Malone. “As long as there’s coffee in the world, we can drink away all the heartache and all the girls. Is that true? Think about it as you walk lonely into the forested abyss.” — MadSwirl fiction editor Tyler Malone on my short story “Coffee Break.” 

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With or Without the Camera?

Cooper’s Hawk not more than fifteen yards away. Dove in her talons. A mockingbird circling predator and prey.

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Everglades National Park, Shark Valley hike

As I hiked back along the loop trail at Shark Valley, I put my hat low to keep the sun out of my eyes. Here the land is as it would have looked a century ago. But I began to think about how it might have been different. I think about the small changes in the stream that ebbs–moving slower than a quarter of a mile per hour south–through and under the tall grass and sapling cypress and the rocky soil.

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Winter colors at Savannah NWR

These wild flowers gave some color to the marsh about halfway along my hike–just south of John Hill Canal at Savannah National Wildlife Refuge.

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Essay on the Everglades Snail Kite

An essay I wrote on the Everglades Snail Kite was published today on Sugar Mule Literary Magazine’s Web site. The essay is about this unusual Everglades hawk, but it is also about what happens when we let a species start to slip away. “In Peril: An Essay on the Everglades Hawk” began as a post on this blog, and morphed into a journalistic endeavor as I became more obsessed. Read more »

Into the Wild Flowers

I followed a faint path through the tall grass to see where it would lead.  

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