Monday, February 28, 2011

Mug Shots

Twitchy white-throated sparrow,
frozen in time,  paused with the distant,
vaguely hostile gaze of a frontal mug shot,  
and a reluctant profile pose
before flying away to anonymity.

Sunday, February 27, 2011


Bloody claws erupt:
a seashore burial prank
gone dreadfully wrong. 

Blank mind beach walk
Prepare for sensory onslaught,
Visualize undiscriminating experience,

But what gurgles forth
To claim a proper moment of attention?
Beachcomber graffiti.

Saturday, February 19, 2011


This morning I joined a Great Backyard Bird Count walk at the Wm. Floyd Estate in eastern Long Island.  It's an annual weekend "citizen science" activity collecting information from birders across North America.  In gale force winds, most birds were hunkered down, quiet and out of sight, but toward the end of the walk, we were treated to a pair of American robins, by no means uncommon, but the first of the season in these parts.   Spring can't be far away!  Else perhaps these impatient robins will come to regret their hurry north in our next white-out.

Thursday, February 17, 2011


As the snow melts here, roaming  gangs of deer are back, prowling their ancestral suburbs, seeking out ornamental plantings not yet gnawed clean away.  I see these poor creatures, collectively impoverished,  malnourished by their own fecundity, seemingly incapable of recognizing how they despoil their own paradise.  They cannot be blamed for their inhuman failure of vision.

I know, it's not January anymore and this isn't a small stone.  I will, however, have a few things to share here from time to time.  I'll try to make it worth your while to drop by occasionally.  Thanks for visiting.