In response to the comment by fellow contributor Disperser, I’ve added the original image below, which has been my screen-saver for the past few snowy weeks:
A few quick images from this morning on Barnegat Bay, New Jersey
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Site of a local pheasant hatchery for early to mid twentieth century hunters is where we occasionally walk Sandy Paws, our now 13 year old Shih-tzu. She has never exceeded the speed limit.
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The Perseid meteor shower occurs around August 12th every year. EVERY YEAR.
Above, a so so “capture” from the NJ Pinelands of a Perseid meteor last year (8/13/15 – 18mm ISO 4000, 15″, f/4, enlarged)
This morning, while watching for and seeing a few impressive Perseid meteors, I tried thinking of the first time I ever saw a meteor. My memory brought me back to a family vacation in Barnegat Light, New Jersey – a rental property near the beach with a flat roof accessible by outside stairs. Years later, while scanning old B&W pictures, I failed to establish an accurate date for that particulal week, but at 4:30 AM this morning, out there in the night, I recalled as a young boy being “scared” at the frequent fast moving streaks in the dark sky during that vacation. Dad was introducing my brother and me to ‘meteors.’
I pondered that memory and the timely annual recurrence of meteor showers… and realized (as an aside,) that I finally had an accurate date frame for that early Jersey Shore vacation! All in all pretty insignificant, but…how neat!
Above, Dad on the roof – town of Barnegat Light, NJ.
Below, my older brother and me on the beach, with Barnegat Lighthouse beyond.
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Its time to fly. Mom and Dad conceive, raise the young and teach!
Above, Mom (left) sternly begins coaxing the kid to leave the nest, and fly. It happens every year. The mother will fly around the nest, carrying a fish in its claws, sometimes for days at a time, until the young one finally gets the idea – to eat, you must fly! The wordless lesson is priority one.
Meanwhile, Dad waits patiently a few hundred yards way.
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