I sit here in the quiet, the rest of the household sleeping. Gep has headed off to visit some friends and photograph a surfing competition and another event, covering the length of California during the week coming. In his absence, Kat will attempt to win the affections of Juan (Won) Carlos, the cat Gep adopted in Seoul, the cat who will accompany him to Oman. The cat who, I believe, favors men over women (a typical wild female trait), who has one ear clipped because when they catch a feral cat in South Korea and have it neutered, they clip an ear as an indicator, and who will not show her face so that I can take her picture to share with you. She will turn up, she will get up on the window sill of one of those two bedrooms where she spends her time, and I will capture her for the world to see.
In the meantime, as I transfer my random thoughts from my brain to my digital paper, and from there to the digital e-world, I shall share with you some photos I’ve taken as we spent our time on the magical deck the past few days. This one, above, is the little tree frog that likes to spend his time in a small basket I have hanging in the gazebo, in which I keep things like brushes to brush the girls’ coats when we’re outside, and when they will stand still long enough for me to do that. Kat would like him to allow her to hold him for awhile, but every one of her attempts to accomplish that have resulted in a puddle in her hand and the frog leaving for the netherworld. So much for tree frogs as pets.
This white-headed woodpecker decided to join us one evening as we had a glass of wine. He opted, however, for a drink or two of water and spent the rest of his visit checking the nearby trees for delicacies. He did not share whether he found much of interest in those trees. I have found woodpeckers to be quite private that way – they come for a visit, they leave, in silence or with a rat-a-tat-tat in a language I do not speak. A bit rude, I think that is, but they give no indication that they care what I think.
This northern flicker also stopped by. We usually have several of them in the trees and the yard, where they search for ants for dinner – and probably other insects. I suspect they have been nesting because we have not had many of these visits recently.
I think that as much as I enjoy watching the birds, as much as I envy their ability to fly, to soar above with such freedom with the breeze in their faces, I think I would not want to be a bird. What I perceive as freedom is probably not that for them, but is more likely work. A constant search for food, a constant need to reproduce, to raise the young, only to have them leave for lives of their own. Do they ever come back to visit mom and dad? The long long travels from their summer breeding grounds to their winter nesting grounds. Nah, a bird is not what I want to be.
For a long time now I have wanted to capture a picture of the moon like so many of you have posted on your blogs. Not just a very shiny sphere, but one that shows its face, its shadows, its smooth surfaces. I am a lazy picture taker, a point and shoot picture taker, but my camera will allow me to set things like aperture and shutter speed and probably more, if I would just learn how to do it. Gep has been coaching me, encouraging me, and it was his suggestion for aperture and shutter settings that got me out there last night to try one more time. At least a bit of success here. I will try again during the next night or so, perhaps with tripod in position, when the moon is truly full. I will practice and try to make my son proud of his old mother.
Now those words that were darting about in my brain have been copied by my fingers and my trusty keyboard to this digital page, I will upload this page to my blog, where I will take pleasure in every visit one of you makes, every comment one of you leaves.