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I set out on my Savannah walk early Friday morning, my destination – Forsyth Park Fountain. By now, I know the route pretty well and was eager to stop at the many squares along the way, and maybe sit on a bench or two. As I stepped out of the hotel, something stopped me in my tracks. I heard the loud singing of a mockingbird! Wahoo! Wherever I am and whatever I am doing, I stop to listen to a mockingbird. And it was beautiful. And I captured it on video. What a way to start the day!
Meandering my way through the streets, I decided to stop several times just to soak it all in. I talked “shop” with another photographer and was asked several times to take photos of tourists with their iPhones (which turned into mini photo shoots). I passed by giggling graduates from the Savannah School of Art and Design, a man on a bicycle blaring out, “I did it my way!”, found some treasures stashed in a hole in an oak tree (went along with the mockingbird theme, love the book) and thought several times to myself, “Phew, it sure is hot in April in Savannah!” The magnolias, confederate jasmine and gardenias were so showy and beautiful. It was like passing by someone wearing your favorite perfume, very unexpected and pleasant. Very southern.
Forsyth Park Fountain just never disappoints. Against a blue sky and the blooming magnolia trees it was as magnificent as ever. As always, I wished for less people to get in the way of my photos, but as my new photographer friend said, “It just adds to the experience.”
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To listen to my serenading mockingbird on my YouTube channel, click HERE.
Check out my Sandhill Crane photographs and artwork for sale on Fine Art America: Sandhill Cranes
Sandhill Cranes are highly entertaining birds. They are sociable, noisy and have a bit of an attitude, which is exactly why I like photographing them. Recently, hundreds of migrating sandhills dropped into a field near Richland, Washington, and I was lucky enough to be there to observe them (thanks to my birding friend, Lynn, for the tip-off). Oh, it seemed as if they had found the perfect location: a recently harvested farmer’s field with plenty of yummy grain, a lovely shallow pond for resting and all of this tucked into a secluded area, far from busy roads and people. On this day, chaos abounded as birds flew in left and right, some were landing gracefully, others not so much. Most meandered around the pond and fields with a sort of lackadaisical, no-rush rhythm. You wouldn’t have guessed they still had places to go and more migrating to do. There was so much to see, over such a large area that at first I wasn’t sure where to focus. But after a while, I honed in on a gang of “tough guys” – the ones making the most raucous. I thought to myself, this is where the real story is – ruffians trying to make their way in the world. It was just like a scene out of West Side Story and it was simply amazing to watch. Their songs weren’t accompanied by clicking fingers, and frankly weren’t all that melodious, but the drama was the same. Their songs were more racket and cacophony. Still, music to my ears.
Check out my YouTube Video: Richland Sandhill Cranes
Check out my photos on Pixels.com: Sandhill Cranes Collection
Check out the calls of the Sandhill Cranes in my video: Noisy, Flying Sandhill Cranes
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