may 4, 2018

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“Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.” ~ Will Rogers




Once again I came home to find Edgar near his woodpile. Jill LeMaster asked for video, so I shot a little with my phone (below). You can hear the parents having a fit. Edgar Allen Crow, Sr. and the Mrs. whom I call… wait for it… Sheryl (props to Sarah Dorpinghaus for that belly laugh), keep an eye on little Edgar Jr. They bounce between the nearby walnut tree and my dying oak tree. I try to photograph them, but they’re so high up in the branches, this is about as good as it gets,. So far. The interesting thing is that, when they’re not around, Little Edgar is super calm and will let me touch him. But when they’re squawking, he does what they say and heads for the hills, or the mound as the case may be. It’s good to listen to your parents.


may 2, 2018

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“Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe.” ~ Gail Devers


my new friend


When I got home from work I saw a smallish bird sitting near the pine tree. I thought it was a grackle that didn’t shy away from the opening garage door, and jokingly said to myself, “Too bad it’s not a crow.” There have been a pair of crows in my pine tree for about a month, and I was hoping they had built a home there, although I can’t see it if they have. I went into the house, opened the windows to let the delicious spring breeze in, and as Leo sat crouched in the window, I heard a crow begin to caw mightily. It was a ruckus for sure, so I went back outside. The crow flew up a few branches and stopped talking. I went back inside. About fifteen minutes later, Wally wanted out yet again. As I opened the door I saw something black in the middle of the yard. It took me a second to realize it was a bird; I reckoned it was the grackle and it must have been hurt, and Wally killed it (that’s the only way the little short-legged feller could catch it). Wally and I approached. It wasn’t a grackle. Lo and behold, in fact, it was a baby crow. Furthermore, it wasn’t dead. I talked to it for a very long time, and for all the world he seemed to understand. Naturally, I got the camera and spent more time with him, talking as I snapped. Eventually, he headed for the safety of the fence where he remains. Wally and I check on him every so often, and we’ve been greeted by the adults cawing from the oak. They never swoop down on us, and the baby is a cool character, too. As you can see, Wally escorted him to the fence. He’s a good boy. If anyone has any ideas on how I can help Edgar Allen Crow (yea, I went there), let me know. I feel like I’ve been given an incredible gift.


Edgar Allen Crow and his dog

january 29, 2013

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‎”A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?” ~ Charles M. Schulz

Kenny Rogers' ghost
Kenny Rogers’ ghost

Do you see him? It’s Kenny Rogers. At least that’s what Jon McGee called himself when I called him woolly. The grey beard suits him, though you can’t tell from this ghostly image, but it did not remind me of Kenny Rogers. Besides, Jon is far better looking and  way more talented than KR. KR can’t rip a mean guitar lick or pound a rockin’ rhythm on drums the way Jon does. Few can, honestly. The guy is eat up with talent and kindness. Well done, rocker! Well done.

january 11, 2013

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Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it.” ~ Unknown


Around lunchtime, the weather opened to a deep blue sky with wispy clouds. I felt like Marie Von Trapp being pulled higher and higher up the mountain until I reached the crows near the art museum. I’ve developed a real love for crows over the last year. Actually, I think it started in 2011 when I was at The Tower of London where they have resident ravens. Legend says that if the ravens leave the tower, the kingdom will fall. On this side of the pond, Native Americans generally agree that they are symbols of transformation, bearing messages from something greater than ourselves. Oh, I dig crows, for sure.

I don't want to hear it
I said, “How are you today?”

december 5, 2012

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“Every moment of your life is infinitely creative and the universe is endlessly bountiful. Just put forth a clear enough request, and everything your heart desires must come to you.”
~ Mahatma Gandhi

crow over rose (camera+)

It was a beautiful day as I watched this crow ride an updraft above the intersection. I have never seen as many crows as I have since I moved to the south side of town. They’re big, and I often catch them walking as much as flying. I’d always heard that crows are harbingers of death. Yet, symbolically, crows signify energy, balance, magic, creativity, spiritual strength, and shape shifting. Things that, when combined, clarify situations and aid to act accordingly. Crows are also adaptable. I am nothing if not adaptable. A trait that has served me well, and continues to do so. I no longer see a crow and think someone is going to die. I find comfort instead.

june 8, 2012

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Sky above me, Earth below me, Fire within me.” ~ Unknown

art art everywhere

Me and BFF Crystal Heis pulled out our Canons as we ambled through the new landscape work outside the Singletary Center. Famed Kentucky landscape artist, Jon Carloftis, spent the better part of two weeks adorning the outdoor sculptures. In fact, as we were shooting his partner Dale Fisher arrived (in background), also with his Canon, and welcomed us to shoot inside his truck. Crystal took advantage of the offer by photographing her shoes on its running boards for her series, “Converse”ations.

crow in the corn

january 19, 2012

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Do not make the mistake of thinking this is all real.” ~ Angelyn DeBord

messenger or harbinger (Snapseed)

Last summer I was surrounded by dragonflies. I saw them everywhere I went. They swarmed my car at red lights. They swarmed me as I walked. It was one of the most unusual things I’ve ever experienced. I asked, “what do they mean?” They mean change. A peeling away of our illusions to reveal what’s really happening, what’s possible, so that change – emotionally, physically, or spiritually – can come about with clarity, with understanding. It is a maturing of self realization and perspective.

It’s too cold for dragonflies now but, the other animal that has followed me, for at least four years in fact, is the crow. The crow (raven) is also known as an agent of change or transformation. Two crow statues stand outside the University’s Art Museum.

Yup…2012 is my year.

If you do nothing else today, you must read 12 Things You Were Not Taught in School About Creative Thinking. It might help make this year your year, too. Read it and you’ll understand why.