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We had a quiet Christmas--just the two of us. We spent the day doing things we liked. It was a good day.
I participated in the online daily prayer that I "attend" almost every morning now. I'm still out there wandering in the wilderness, but I enjoy gathering with a few folks every morning to explore the readings and think about the needs of other people for a few moments. It seems to help.
I kind of stumbled into this group of people, who are mostly in Philadelphia. The parish priest is a woman I met here on LJ many years ago, way before she became a priest. She was a hard-partying young lawyer back then.
After that we finished our coffee and drove out to see the sandhill cranes down in the delta. When we went the other day, it was so foggy we couldn't see anything.
From the other day. This is a place called Staten Island that is between two branches of the Mokelumne river just before it empties into the Sacramento River, and then on to the bay--part of the Sacramento-San Joaquin River Delta. I stumbled across this place by accident while driving around last week looking for interesting places.
It is 9100 acres of farmland, protected by a couple of levees on either side. They grow corn and rice here. Even though there is still farming, it is now a protected wetlands, and the winter home for countless migratory birds who come to the area for the winter, particularly sandhill cranes.
I have been spending a lot of time down in the delta lately.At some point early this year I decided that I was going to do a year-long photo project that would focus on the delta. I got one or two pictures in, and then kind of forgot about it in the chaos of the year. I took it up again in late November, and now I think I have sufficient momentum to keep going. It's kind of the perfect spot for a pandemic project--lots to see and no one around.
Sunset from a week or two ago. This was on the western edge of the town of Lodi.
I've probably taken more pictures in the past month than I have for most of the year. It feels good to be out doing it again. Even without a pandemic, I go through phases where I put the camera down for a while, then seem to rediscover it. I think I will try to do another "photo a day for a year" this coming year. It's a big transition year for me.
Anyway, here's my picture of the day. Sandhill cranes at Staten Island, sans fog.
I participated in the online daily prayer that I "attend" almost every morning now. I'm still out there wandering in the wilderness, but I enjoy gathering with a few folks every morning to explore the readings and think about the needs of other people for a few moments. It seems to help.
I kind of stumbled into this group of people, who are mostly in Philadelphia. The parish priest is a woman I met here on LJ many years ago, way before she became a priest. She was a hard-partying young lawyer back then.
After that we finished our coffee and drove out to see the sandhill cranes down in the delta. When we went the other day, it was so foggy we couldn't see anything.
From the other day. This is a place called Staten Island that is between two branches of the Mokelumne river just before it empties into the Sacramento River, and then on to the bay--part of the Sacramento-San Joaquin River Delta. I stumbled across this place by accident while driving around last week looking for interesting places.
It is 9100 acres of farmland, protected by a couple of levees on either side. They grow corn and rice here. Even though there is still farming, it is now a protected wetlands, and the winter home for countless migratory birds who come to the area for the winter, particularly sandhill cranes.
I have been spending a lot of time down in the delta lately.At some point early this year I decided that I was going to do a year-long photo project that would focus on the delta. I got one or two pictures in, and then kind of forgot about it in the chaos of the year. I took it up again in late November, and now I think I have sufficient momentum to keep going. It's kind of the perfect spot for a pandemic project--lots to see and no one around.
Sunset from a week or two ago. This was on the western edge of the town of Lodi.
I've probably taken more pictures in the past month than I have for most of the year. It feels good to be out doing it again. Even without a pandemic, I go through phases where I put the camera down for a while, then seem to rediscover it. I think I will try to do another "photo a day for a year" this coming year. It's a big transition year for me.
Anyway, here's my picture of the day. Sandhill cranes at Staten Island, sans fog.
