Today felt like the first true breath of spring. After a long workday where my mind felt noisy and scattered, Finn and I headed out in search of something simple, fresh air, a new park, and maybe a few birds to photograph. We chose a local city park we hadn’t explored before, drawn by the promise of blooming canola fields and the sounds of small birds calling from somewhere just out of sight. And the canola did not disappoint. Fields of bright yellow stretched out before us,

Sunday morning started with a plan. A simple one. Head out early with Finn and photograph Osprey at the local university. But as I’ve learned over and over again in this journey… nature always has the final say. On the way to the university, something caught my eye. Red-Tailed Hawks. The two Red-tailed Hawks I’ve been trying to photograph for weeks were there, perched high on a tall tree near the highway, preening in the early morning sun. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled over, gr

Finnegan and I set out on a simple adventure on Saturday. The sun was shining, the sky was bright blue, and our only intention was to spend time together and notice the wild around us. The first thing we noticed was that the bumble bees are back. They were bumbling around, moving from place to place like tiny workers on a mission. Finnegan, being curious, accidentally swatted one and the bee was not happy. She hovered near me as if to give me a talking to before flying off. I