spring cleaning

big wind and thunderstorms coming in from the Atlantic yesterday pushed back the Mediterranean front back to sea. as with humans the struggle is constant, stubborn, relentless but nature’s battlegrounds, at least around here, leave a certain kind of drama that’s beautiful, peaceful and clean but you know… it’s just a calm interlude until the next round.

back to front

and back to paying more attention to what’s behind me at the lake instead of in front.
i guess old habits are hard to break specially when you’re not trying to break them.

Scratchies

as its impossible for me to distinguish which of the nesting Black redstarts (Rougequeue noir in french) at the house is the female or male i just went ahead and gave them both the same name so’s i can’t screw up and get all embarrassed when we say good morning.

sometimes i’l see them carrying a whole bunch of chironomids or sedges in their mouth, this all goes to the little ones. not wanting to disturb anything i haven’t seen them yet but i can hear them make tiny noises. the parents aren’t people shy in the least bit and often come check me out as i go about the terrace but they really-really don’t like having a camera pointed at them. this is the first time i’ve been able to get a decent shot of one of the Scratchies, hopefully some of that shyness will wear off.

apart from a more typical singing songbird chant what alerts me right away to their presence is the very distinguishable tsst-tsst-tsst sound the parents make when they’re in proximity of each other.

these creatures are beautiful, sweet and precious. i hope they hang out here for a while.

Canal dreams

that’s also the name of a fantastic novel by Iain Banks but my canal dreams aren’t nearly as dramatic, poetic nor finely constructed. i don’t dream of canals as such but since i mostly sleep next to one my waking self can’t help but think that somehow some sort of liquidy-stary impressions seep in when my eyes are closed. here’s un aperçu, bonne nuit !

whirl-whirl, swirl and twirl

make my head spin till it falls off.

butts+flops=buttflops

i never thought the transition from making images of caught fish where they’re actually held and/or mostly immobile to free-moving birds in flight would be easy but easy was never the goal.
it’s a fascinating challenge where there’s a lot more flips and flops than images that come out as hoped. in other words, it’s a bit like continuously getting your butt kicked whilst carrying around fancy glass and electronics and staring off, squinting into the blue all the while asking for a harder kick.

i love this, the journey, the creatures and of course the never-ending attraction to waterways where all this happens. more than a place to enjoy seeing some nice butts while getting my very own kicked, it’s home.