at certain times? There are plenty of photographs showing up now, but for those of us house-bound, or city-bound, or grey-day depressed, would it be nice to try to set up a cooperative schedule? I am not an organizer, but I put this idea out, knowing it's been discussed here re: some people who we enjoyed elsewhere.
Beaver Lake Nature Center on Sunday April, 24th. It was an evening visit and it was overcast...
Closer to Nature... that would be MY dream... and this re-imagined cow shed in Spain would be part of that dream if I could realize it for myself...
The Hamlin Marsh Wildlife Management Area is about a mile from my house. At some point, I'm not really sure when, the DEC put in a wheelchair accessible hunting blind. The parking area and trail to the blind, as well as the blind itself, are a prime birding area. All a two minute drive from my front door :).
Hamlin Marsh Wildlife Management Area - NYS Dept. of Environmental Conservation
Today was time for a bit of soul recharging. It was still cold and windy, but at least the sun came out. So it was time for a walk through the bog at Beaver Lake Nature Center.
First stop is always feeder set up at the visitor center. Three species of woodpecker, nuthatch, titmice, chickadees, cardinals, American Goldfinch, even a Pine Siskin. Unfortunately I left the Bigma (Sigma 150-500) at home and only had my 18-135.
Greetings Earthlings; I come in peace.
I've been meaning to post a promised photo essay for quite awhile but master procrastinator that I am here it is April already and I haven't posted so much as a thumbnail for several months. But thanks in part to Boriscleto's beautiful bird pic essay I was inspired to finally put something together tonight. I introduced myself here with a similar photo essay a few months back but for the new members here who don't know me, I'm here because I followed some of my favorite people over here from DK last year. Those of you that followed Backyard Science may remember that a few years ago I posted nature related diaries pretty regularly. Although I continued to read BYS and the Daily Buckets I pretty much stopped writing a couple of years ago. I haven't written much here either, leaving that to the better informed and sharper minds of the more talented writers here. I'm an ace reader though!
Conservation International Presents
Nature Is Speaking
There are a whole series of thought provoking videos - like this
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Friday December 31, 1915
From the Archives of the Industrial Worker: The "Life" of the Migratory Timber Worker
As the Industrial Workers of the World begins a campaign to organize the timber workers of Northern Minnesota, Hellraisers offers this account of the life of a migratory timber worker from an anonymous logger, originally published in the Industrial Worker of July 2, 1910. The conditions under which the "timber beasts" live and work have not improved much, if at all.
WHO SAID A LOGGER LIVES?
The question has often been asked: "What constitutes living?" If it is the mere fact that we have life in our bodies and are plodding along in search of a job with our blankets on our back, then we are all living.
If "living" means to have all the good things of life, all the comforts of a home, and a life guarantee that such comforts shall continue as long as we are willing to do our share of the work, then we are not living, but simply saving funeral expenses.
It is estimated that there are 50,000 loggers along the Pacific coast, and it is a conservative statement to make that not one percent of them can say that their home consists of anything better than a dirty bunk furnished by the boss and a roll of blankets that they are compelled to tote about from pillar to post, many times only to make room for another toiler who has left $2 for the job in the tender care of the fat Employment Hog, who will divvy up with the foreman or superintendent. This is incentive enough to soon discharge him, so that a new recruit can be divorced from his $2, and so this endless chain of men tramping to and from the employment shark and the job.
Various Locations, largely ongoing
