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Tuesday, February 7

Hot And Humid Morning Coffee Muses

Hot And Humid Morning Coffee Muses.

I would almost prefer a glass of ice tea this morning. It’s already in the mid seventies on the back porch. According to the prognosticators, we will be in record high temperature country for the next couple of days. Today’s high is forecast to be 84, tomorrow is supposed to be even warmer. You’re not supposed to be pushing 90 degrees in the first full week of February. Come summer, I would kill for temperatures like this.

Some time today or tomorrow I will go thru my camera and edit some images from yesterday. I think I’ll cheat and backdate a post to Monday covering my Birthday Road Trip. As far as my annual road trips go, is wasn’t bad, not the best, not the worst. A couple of things I noticed tho, I saw no sandhill cranes nor did I see any rosette spoonbills. Both are usually very common.

If these temperatures keep this up, I’m going to have to change my schedule and get out earlier…

Birthday Road Trip 2017

My Birthday Road Trip is essentially a photo expedition on or around my birthday of February 6. In a sense, it’s my perverse way of being eccentric… How many people prefer the beach in the middle of winter? And on my way to and from the beach I stop and photograph nature. The first stop, because it’s between me and Surfside, is Brazoria National Wildlife Refuge. The route I took can be seen in this image.

2017 Birthday Road Trip

Brazoria National Wildlife Refuge

I can always find photo subjects just laying around down there…

Alligator in BNWR

Here is a closeup of the little guy…

Alligator cloeup

Those were actually the very first shots of the day. Continuing on the auto tour in the Brazoria National Wildlife Refuge I began to take a number of shots of the water birds hanging out in the shallow ponds.

Surfside Beach

Driving around Oyster Creek on my way to Surfside I caught a couple of shots of a Red-tailed Hawk that I really like…

Red-tailed Hawk and Refineries

Which eventually got me to Surfside Beach…

And… If you click on the images above to see the full sized shots, you’ll see why I like the beach in winter… even a winter that doesn’t feel like one has lots of peace and quiet on the beach… Only one vehicle and a couple walking their dog in both directions. Love it.

Nash Prairie Preserve

I left Surfside and headed over to Quintana, but nothing caught my eye. I headed north on Texas 36 out of Freeport and drove to West Columbia. I grabbed a sandwich and a drink in West Columbia before driving to the Nash Prairie Preserve for lunch sitting in the hatchback watching the wind blow over the prairie.

Nash Prairie Gate

More on the Nash Prairie can be found:

After leaving the Nash Prairie Preserve I stopped on my way to Brazos Bend to photograph a phenomenon I had noticed as I traveled along the river. It was evidence of the high water mark from last years flood. If you look closely at the following shot you can see the color change above the water line…

All along the road, even into Brazos Bend that dark below light above was visible… I don’t know how many times over the years I have seen this section of road go under water.

Brazos Bend State Park

Which gets us to our final stop on the road trip…

And my favorite bench to while away some time enjoying nature.

More Brazos Bend Here:

Sunday, February 5

Warmer But Still Overcast Sunday Morning Coffee Muses

Warmer But Still Overcast Sunday Morning Coffee Muses.

At 8 am this morning it was already 66 degrees. In one of the paradoxes of Texas weather the temperature rose through the night. The low last night was the high yesterday. Looking at the backyard today I am amazed at how much green has returned.

The air is heavy with moisture today. It makes the morning symphony of birds louder in the quiet of a Sunday morning. Even with the ceiling fans muffled background roar… The morning sounds carry further thru this not so wintery air. Crows, a hawk, cardinals everywhere, dogs barking, a train whistling the crossings up, winter warblers, year-round chickadees and titmice it really is a cacophony of sounds.

I better go play morning chef, I’m sure the wife is getting hungry…

Friday, February 3

It's Cool, It's Breezy, It Looks Like Winter Coffee Muses

It’s Cool, It’s Breezy, It Looks Like Winter Coffee Muses.

There’s a nice north wind blowing this morning and once again we are feeling a bit nippy, or as my youngest daughter used to say, it’s a bit nipply. With the steel blue-gray skies it has all the earmarks of a winter’s day in February on the Texas Gulf.

Back when I lived with my grandparents in south Texas, this was the kind of day I’d wander into the brush, find me a creosote thicket to block the wind, build a small sqaw wood fire and enjoy the morning. It wouldn’t take very long for my intrusion to be forgotten, even with the fire, and nature would move back in and begin to do whatever it was doing before I arrived. It was always a nice contemplative morning. Small birds in the mesquite branches overhead. The rustling of small mammals in the leaf litter. Sometimes a deer or two bedded down nearby.

Ever since the inaugural day of mourning, traffic has picked up on this site of my daily musings. And, the funny thing is, only one search term shows up in the stats… presidential voice. Sadly, it’s the one thing that has been missing since that very day. Donald Trump doesn’t have it. And it’s not just the sound of his voice, though the smarmy, syrupy way he speaks doesn’t help. It’s more the total lack of sincerity. Telling me over and over again how great you are “… just trust me”… Man, if I’ve learned anything from six decades of living, it’s you don’t trust someone like that. And, if you’re smart, anytime you’re around them you keep a hand on you wallet. But, Donald Trump most definitely doesn’t have that Presidential Voice.

Could it be that Donald Trump doesn’t really believe, in whatever he calls his heart, that he really is The President of The United States? Could it be he is running just as fast as he can before everyone discovers what he’s known all along? And, that title he won, The President of The United States… It isn’t King of America, it isn’t President of America… It’s President of the United States,  And boy has he failed at that one. There’s nothing united about the United States today… Think about that Mr. President… Think about that.