
So, here is a captive hawk posing for a photog, but it's an amazing spectacle altogether.
The hot winds are still blowing in turkey vultures and others from the south. The fogs and rains of this month give cover for migrating birds.


up along the sand bar, wind now coming in from the northwest while deep blue L. Ontario churns and boils. The west spit of Braddock Bay is less than a mile trail through weathered and splintering cottonwood trees planted at least a half century ago. The trail winds through live trees interspersed with white snags looking a bit scraggled and lonely against the gray and white clouds. The roaring wind is a
sign that more wild weather is coming. Today the cold wind brought in some horizontal snow and despite a warming trend predicted, it will likely be one of the last days of the fall.


Science can be a buddhist practice when approached as continuous striving and review.
Spirituality is mental . . . an inner peaceful place, a sanctuary for our feelings, thoughts and observations, where even suffering and torment find a place.
The gate is now . . .the world is revealing continually . . .inner peace is at hand.
Posted by Barbara