I spotted two huge black birds of prey in my neighbor’s yard this morning in the Berkshires. At first I thought: those are some weird-looking turkeys. I was delighted when Orion magazine posted this link about migrating raptors on Facebook today, as that explains their presence, but I don’t know what sort they are. They flew up in a tree when I tried to snap a photo, so all I have to go on is this silhouette. Dramatic wingspan. Sharp beak. Any guesses?
My shining boy yesterday on our romp. I realize that it’s been some time since I’ve posted anything personal on my blog–that mostly it’s been pictures of Goose and of the seasons. Granted, I’ve engaged in near constant life narration on Twitter and Facebook, but it does feel time for a more reflective post here. Once I tame the piles on my desk this week, I look forward to writing you all an old fashioned letter.
I’d never heard of “stick season” before moving to New England. It’s the time between fall foliage and winter snow, when the trees strip down to their essential shapes. I love it because driving around, you can see interesting houses that are otherwise obscured by woods. I snapped these photos on our property this morning. It’s a cold, crystalline day in the Berkshires. Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.
Last year about this time, I accidentally shot these artful fall photos of Goose in our woods. Seems I still don’t know how to properly use the camera, so peak foliage week inspired another round of similar shots.