Going Back Again and Again
I find myself, every few weeks or so, searching. The Hanel couple. My uncle Bruce. My cousin. Just to see if maybe something new has popped up. In the case of Roland and Marem Hanel, I hope that someone else has taken up the charge to determine what happened to them. I started, but in the winter despair that came over me following the deepest parts of lockdown, I lost momentum. I now live in hope. That someone will make some progress - and I will discover them.
It is odd, but in my loneliness, I have been thinking about interviews. Long a fan of the Studs-type conversations, maybe if I could lure people in for a sit, I could connect. So, yelling into the void - if you want to be interviewed by me, and would agree to me doing something with the words, connect.
After a Frantic Year it’s Time for Slow Birding
Sometimes an “interest” article comes along that feels as though it was ripped from my own thoughts. I’ve taken to capturing notes in a small notebook from my feeder, yard and daily walks. Very slowly looking for patterns among the birds and a few nests of squirrels that surround my property. Those minutes each morning looking out the window likely freak my neighbors, but bring me a little bit of calm and understanding.
“These winged dinosaurs that have given up stored fat, hollowed their bones, and made many other compromises for flight — these organisms connect us with here and there, with then and now, as they chatter outside our windows or soar past our lives.”