As a species, we have a checkered history. Mistakes to heal, so much to learn. But on this Advent Eve, with dozens of neighbors and visitors gathering in the pure joy of watching a sunset's beauty, I find my soul bubbling over with hope.

There's a lot to be said for us human beings, there truly is.

Artist: Wind. Media: donated by trees. Masterpiece: Glory.

Untouched by human hands.

#autumn #naturalart #wind #autumnleaves

I am bowled over by the voluminosity of grace I've been afforded by living where there are Bushtits.
#bushtit #pacificnorthwest #birds #amazinggrace

A Thanksgiving visitor from a few years back. We've got a place at the table for you this year too, old friend! #CoopersHawk #Thanksgiving #welcometable

A good research assistant pretty much guarantees a productive writing session. #researchassistant #amwriting #peaceablekingdom

"Sometimes the voice from the heavens isn't what you'd expected...." On urban pigeons and the meaning of kinship.

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This lone Red-footed Booby hung out in Washington State for more than three months, until just recently. How did he get here, almost 4000 miles from his likely home in the South Pacific? Even more interestingly: why?

I'm working on an essay about his story. Stay tuned!

Fond memories of wacky Band-tailed Pigeons from summertime. Love these urban neighbors.