Jacana’s Jaunt

A bronze-winged jacana makes its slow way across a flower-covered pond, its large feet allowing it to balance on the thin surface of green.

Grebe Among the Flowers

Little grebes tend to hide among vegetation; they are small, and despite the brilliant maroon of the male's neck, easily missed in a lake blanketed with lily pads; they nest among reeds, carefully covering eggs with grass to shelter them from predators' eyes when they leave. In the water, they dart quickly, nervously, under the… Continue reading Grebe Among the Flowers


The Wagtail Waits

The yellow wagtail pauses on parallel wire, looks back with keen eye at the hills behind. His shaking stills momentarily, as if he holds his breath for something to emerge out of the sinking light.

maybe my heart is full of sky

so maybe the only thing separating loving and living is an oh of amazement – the breathless sound the sky makes when falling the final gradient from dusk to twilight and back again, the way your eyes keep searching for stars only an evenmist away, how your fingertips keep feeling for worlds closeted within atoms,… Continue reading maybe my heart is full of sky