Between Yelapas
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
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My first pelagic trip
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
Silicon Valley Birding: Rancho San Antonio Park
“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
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
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