Finding a Great Blue Heron rookery on the edge of town in Rockport, Texas.
Finding birds like this gives me hope during times when all seems lost, and that we can indeed begin to recover extraordinarily.
The flutter of bird activity wasn’t to catch thermals or to enjoy the breeze, but they were engaged in an epic battle in the sky.
It was on the beautiful beach of Yelapa where I caused bad luck to crash down on me the moment I uttered the words to Christina. It was my first time in the… Continue reading
All I could envision was my body flung over the side of a fishing vessel, throwing up into the water as we bobbed up and down in the ocean. I had read all… Continue reading
“I’m sad,” I said to Steve. “Why?” he asked. “Because I lived here and never knew to look for birds.” This was Day 2 of our trip to the Bay Area, where… Continue reading
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
Bearing down on the Texas Gulf Coast was a cold front from the mid-West bringing with it turbulent weather and thunderstorms. Such favorable meteorological conditions were sure to produce a fallout.
“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
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