The daily meanderings of a teacher

Tag: photography

  • An owl calling triggers so many memories

    Bird Droppings January 21, 2026 An owl calling triggers so many memories Owls have been on my mind for a few days now. Last night, I woke up for a few hours, but I forgot to turn on the ceiling fan. While up, I stuck my nose out the door, perhaps, intuition, who knows, when…

  • To think, or at least trying tothis morning, my brain is foggy.

    Bird Droppings December 1, 2025 To think, or at least trying to this morning, my brain is foggy. In the past year, I tore my rotator cuff, and my heart went into A-fib. I have had five biopsies and four surgeries for skin cancer, and I am waiting to hear about the fifth biopsy. I…

  • I saw a Red-Tailed Hawk

    Bird Droppings November 27, 2025 I saw a Red-Tailed Hawk As I look at that statement, it isn’t very sensible for many. A red-tailed hawk crossed my path as I traveled yesterday, flying across the road and landing in a tree. Since we moved in, a pair of hawks has hunted the fields and hedgerows…

  • I saw a Red-Tailed Hawk

    Bird Droppings October 14, 2025 I saw a Red-Tailed Hawk It isn’t significant for many, but as I looked at that statement, I saw a red-tailed hawk. It was in 2004 or so that we had just moved to a lease-to-purchase house in Gwinnett County. I was in the backyard, and on a tree trunk…

  • An owl calling triggers so many memories

    Bird Droppings September 5, 2025 An owl calling triggers so many memories Owls have been on my mind for a few days now. Last night, I woke up for a few minutes, but it turns out that I forgot to turn on the ceiling fan. While up, I stuck my nose out the door, perhaps,…

  • Is it a paradox that sometimes small can be big?

    Bird Droppings August 19, 2025Is it a paradox that sometimes small can be big? August has been a slow month for sunrises, with clouds and fog nearly every morning. Somehow, between the clouds and even in the fog, I have found images worthy of a photo. Finding the tiny pieces within our existence is a…

  • Beginning from the end

    Bird Droppings July 13. 2025Beginning from the end “It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with, we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.” Albert Einstein The recent weather reminded me of a…

  • Is it a paradox that sometimes small can be big?

    Bird Droppings July 3, 2025Is it a paradox that sometimes small can be big? July has been interesting so far, with clouds and fog to start the month and a beautiful sunrise today. Somehow, between the clouds and even in the mist, I have found images worthy of a photo. Finding the tiny pieces within…

  • Is it only a dropped feather?

    Bird Droppings June 23, 2025Is it only a dropped feather? “If we consider the eagle feather with its light and dark colors, we could argue that ‘the dark colors are more beautiful and, therefore, naturally more valuable,’ or vice versa. Regardless of which colors are more beautiful, necessary, or valuable, the truth is the bottom…

  • It is only a dropped feather being tossed by the breeze

    Bird Droppings March 16, 2025 It is only a dropped feather being tossed by the breeze Dr. Michael Garrett, a Cherokee Indian from North Carolina, intertwined his native thoughts in his lessons as he taught college. He wrote extensively on the philosophical and spiritual aspects of native thought. Every morning, as I wander about my…