Ponds

Wild wings on the water — In the wilds of Westminster, a colorful predator lurks. He fits in with the crowd, patiently waiting to knock off the king of a watery schoolyard. Biding his time, he swims with his mates, eyeing the competition. He slowly, calmly circles his victim, waiting for the right moment. In a…

How Did Those Strange Fish Get Into My Little Backyard Pond? If nature finds a way to preserve us as a species, why do we often feel the need to escape our content situations? The image above is of my backyard koi pond. Our dogs are included to provide a sense of scale. It's a small pond. It's an iteration of…

The swamp is still shrouded in the humidity of dawn, when she has just untangled her wings and now unfolds them, trembling, observing them against the light, surprised and grateful. She has four, two in front, more developed and strong, and two behind, weak but complete. She doesn’t know that she is…

I saw a post today, I can’t remember where, about posting in a major publication, one with at least five, maybe six figure followers. They didn’t ask me my opinion, for some odd reason. If they had, I would say, no. I use three publications, most of the time. Maybe…

What a performance — The pond is full of noises, sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. A gobble and a burble as the water, freshly regurgitated from the pump, tumbles in fat bubbles like the croaks from some giant frog. The fountain spills its froth of white with a constant…