Silicon Valley Birding: Shoreline Park
It’s the thing I’ve always wanted to do: Drag my husband back to the place where I spent my twenties and, while holding his hand, lead him around to all my old stomping… Continue reading
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Fallout. A birding Nirvana.
This guest post is written by my husband, Steve Hannington. As a young birder growing up in Toronto, Ontario I fondly remember many spring migrations when the woods, the fields and the shoreline… Continue reading
Bird photography lessons at Brazos Bend
“It’s like going to the gym. You gotta do it and put in the work.” That was Andrew, our instructor explaining to our class of five that if we’re going to get good… Continue reading
Unprepared at Lost Maples
I’ll be honest. We were not exactly prepared for this trip. Mostly it was because we don’t really know the Texas Hill Country area very well. We had been to parts of… Continue reading
In plain sight
There are two important pieces of advice in today’s post: Always take your camera with you. Save room for pie. El Tuito, Mexico is a typical small Mexican town with a main square… Continue reading
Shhh…don’t tell anyone about this place.
It’s settled. Cancel any other travel plans you might have because I discovered the most relaxing, birdiest place where you could stay. Seriously. Dump your other plans and listen to what I’m about… Continue reading
Night of the Iguana
Back in the late 1990s I was obsessed with Tennessee Williams plays. I found them smoldering and Williams’ words were a dance around the real issues that everyone seemed afraid to talk about–not… Continue reading
Unexpected Awe
The alternating red and white paper picador with their intricate cut outs, fluttered in the breeze. They were streamed on a line that led directly to the door of the Iglesia de San… Continue reading
Granting wishes
It was dark outside and eight of us were standing around in the office of Ecotours de Mexico in Puerto Vallarta waiting to get our instructions for the day. Paperwork had been signed… Continue reading
Like an Angel Passing Through
I stood on the covered patio at the back of the cottage where we were staying, holding a mug of hot tea with both hands to help take the chill off. I was… Continue reading