Not the best photo I took today in a technical sense but the best for personal reasons... I haven't documented Brown-headed Nuthatches in the yard since we lost the last of our oaks in Hurricane Katrina 19 years ago!
Today's #Project365 centered on two fledgling House Sparrows I saw placed in a dark corner by their mom before she left them...
"Lil bro, I got a bad feeling here. Mama ain't coming back."
"How'm I the lil bro? We the same size."
"Point is, we gotta get our own food now."
"Oh, wonderful, just how I wanted to wake up today."
(They did eventually go to the feeders on their own.)
Two days in a row. It is silly how sneaking in 20-30 minutes of guitar playing before work in the morning can just brighten up the whole day. Silly and a little weird, maybe.
I mentioned last night that I started working on a new song for the re-recording project thing. I put rhythm guitars on it this morning after I did my daily exercise and had a quick breakfast. Done and done. I used direct outs from two of my amps again. That’s the norm now. Oh well. It sounded pretty good today. It sounded pretty good yesterday too, I think.
Here’s the obligatory guitar pic. Let’s use it for today’s photo a day project as well. Day 243 of 365. Actually… 366, but we won’t worry about that until the end of the line.
Two African Fish Eagles sit together to survey their world. The larger, stockier bird on the lower branch is the female. The slighter bird sitting protectively above her & turned to regard the viewer is the male.
Note: When zooming in hard on this photograph, I can see that the male has lost his right eye, but it doesn't seem to be slowing him down any.
A night photo looking into the carousel building at Butchart Gardens in Brentwood Bay, near Victoria BC. Reflected in the glass are some of the illuminated trees for the Christmas display.
Day 2 of 2024, and it's already a cheat day. No, not for a diet - for my project. Spent today being a homebody & took today's photo inside the house as a result.
The last post talked about trusting my instincts. A big part of me is wishing I hadn’t written that because for most of this morning my instinct has been telling me that today is going to be a really shitty day.
Why?
I don’t know.
It’s the day before Thanksgiving and I am working in the office. The office alone sort of points to a bad day, but it’s more than that. In the United States, the day before Thanksgiving is traditionally the busiest travel day of the year. Everyone in the country hits the road on this day each year. I expected my morning commute to be an absolute nightmare. Add to the expected gridlock that it was pouring rain outside and it would be safe to assume that the traffic would be a gridlocked nightmare times 10. Nope. There was no traffic at all. Everyone drove a little slower than the speed limit thanks to the rain, but I never had to hit the breaks once over the entire 40-something mile drive. You would think that would ease my sense of impending doom, but nope. Somehow it made it worse.
Today should be a quiet day at work. If the office is anything to go by, it’s dead as can be here. I only see two other people and they both work for me. Weird. I should be feeling optimistic and excited about the coming holiday weekend, but instead I am just dreading everything. Once I get home tonight and see my beloved bride again, I will start feeling really good about the weekend, but until then?