Category: WildLife

But it’s a Lovely Tree

Sometimes I catches ’em and sometimes I don’t.

Pretty much a metaphor for life, that.

At least some people think and say so.

I probably did once, myself. Once meaning “for a long period of time.”

Now, not so much.

One of my teacher/mentors told me “Always look for the good” and that, to me, is brilliant.

Something doesn’t go your way?

You can spend time agonizing over it – and note, learning from it is not agonizing over it. Don’t beat yourself up, and do explore it. Figure out what happened and do what is necessary so it won’t happen again.

Learn, grow, explore, understand, become.

In this case, perhaps the lesson is to remove all the trees?

nah.

Hecate and The First, Second, Third, Fourth, and possibly Fifth Edition

We thank you for your patience.

I feel I should precede that with something like “All our customer support personnel are busy helping other callers now…”

I’d be much happier if the statement was something like “All our underpaid, overworked, undertrained, foreign-based staff who are concurrently making dinner, changing diapers, or doing something much more important to their survival are confusing and confounding the bejesus out of other increasingly enraged customers…”

But you, dear reader, were patient with me with last week’s Raccoon Butts, and I thank you.

Raccoon Butts

Sometimes I don’t check my equipment properly.

Disastrous for a pilot and diver, potentially frustrating to a would-be wildlife photographer.

I thought I was capturing videos of kits munching, but no, I caught photos of raccoon butts.

Except for the first one.

All that one needs is some white robes and you’d have a Wild version of The Last Supper (wonder if they had pasta…)
(and i jest both times).




Be Patient and Turn Up the Volume (One of Susan’s)

Listen carefully and you will hear
the Midnight Call of an Owl dear.
Calling for a mate
Calling from a tree
Wondering why Two-Legs
Is recording thee.
To listen again
And again and again
To that lonesome call
Claiming the skies from men.
Take to the wing
Take to the air
Its ears do detect
A mouse burrowing there.
Silent in flight
Flying silently at night
None remained hidden
From Owl’s wide-eyed stare.

Not a Fan of British Television

Susan and I have…specific?…tastes in our TV viewing.

Probably comes from being an author and studying story structure (and all associated with it) so much.

Example: Some episode, show, or movie doesn’t catch our attention in the first ten-fifteen minutes, we move on.

Example: Characters behave in unprecedented ways, meaning there’s no reason for their behavior, we move on.

Example: The plot has holes you could fly a Saturn rocket through, we move on.

We mourn when this happens with a show we’ve watched for years and something changes behind the scenes. The best example was taking The West Wing away from Aaron Sorkin. The dialogue suffered, the action suffered, the plots suffered, the characters went from deeply three-dimensional and interesting to surface and glandular (bed-hopping).

More recent (and specific to British television) are Midsomer Murders and Shetland. Changes is scripting and production values resulting in weaker plots, less interesting characters, and a bit too much WTF? for our tastes.

Still, we remain loyal for the remainders of this season and hope.

Meanwhile…this young lassie caught me catching her and you’ll notice her attention wavers from me to what’s going on behind me (and is reflected in the window on my left (as you view this).

I leave food and am known.

So her departure can only be due to not liking what’s on the TV.

Which is a pity, because what’s on is Shakespeare&Hathaway: Private Investigators, which remains a gem and if no other reason (there are several) to watch Patrick Walshe McBride as Sebastian.

Pity this pretty young thing didn’t hang around.

It was a great episode.