May: Dauphin Island Adventure

In May, I spent a few days on Dauphin Island–always a good time! But that trip I had a cold that wouldn’t quit, so one afternoon, instead of walking beaches and bird sanctuaries and neighborhoods as usual, I went to the marina and got on a “Lighthouse, Shrimping, Dolphin” boat tour. Turns out the dolphins were all vacationing in the Bahamas and the sea was too rough to go out to the lighthouse. Nevertheless…. it happened that the smallish group on the boat included a family of seven: mom, dad, a babe in arms, and four kids ranging in age…

#AdventWord #Mother

We were traveling by pontoon boat down the Sierpe River that flows through the largest mangrove swamp of the Osa Peninsula of Costa Rica into the Pacific Ocean. Me, several other photographers and our boat captain and a guide were all scanning the shoreline for birds, crocodiles, iguanas, snakes, monkeys–you name it. The Osa Peninsula is one of the most biodiverse places on the planet. I’m not sure who first spied the baby Green Heron (Butorides virescens), still covered with down, struggling among the mangrove and ficus roots along the bank. But no sooner had the shout gone up and…

#AdventWord #Reveling

The year was 1979. The revelers (above) were part of a huge street party that featured “clubs” dressed in the group’s uniform dancing, singing, drinking, and parading through the streets of Burgos, España. I was an exchange student studying the language and taking hundreds of photos. It could just as well have been New Orleans during Mardi Gras season. Or the streets of Philadelphia where I attended graduate school and witnessed celebrating a World Series win. Or the Tokyo Festival or Paris’ Bastille Day. Or most any other city in the world that engages in some kind of at least…

Between Here and There

That’s the title of the current exhibition of “satellite members” of D’Art Gallery, a cooperative in the downtown Denver arts district (900 Santa Fe). I joined the Gallery as a satellite member about a year and a half ago. For this year’s show, I sent a series of five images from a larger collection I call “#TrackingTide.” The collection came about because one fine day on Dauphin Island, Al., I was walking back toward my car on “East End Beach” with the waves of the Gulf of Mexico lapping at my feet. I had already photographed the birds and Atlantic…