A house wren, I think. This tiny bird is a frequent visitor at my dad’s house, due in part to the bird hotel he setup on the back deck, under the roof. As we sit and eat our own lunch, we watch as the parents come and go, feeding their squawking babies in the hotel. After the babies are grown and gone, we’ll need to relocate the hotel; the deck is a frequent target of droppings. Photo was taken with a Sony 200-600mm lens and Sony A7r5.
A swan couple goes quietly into the night at Crescent Park.
A long forgotten piling reaches up from its watery grave. Crescent Park, back in the day, was a hustling, bustling epicenter of activity. Old photos and drawings in the nearby carousel depict scenes of revelers and vacationers coming and going aboard ferries. And while those days are long gone, one activity will be making a comeback. Hint: have your bathing suits ready in 2026.
I’m not one to approach strangers and say smile, especially when they’re deep in thought and preoccupied with their own lives. The intent is to capture a genuine, uninterrupted moment. I don’t see this approach as intrusive, because there’s never ill intent. I hope they see it that way.
Long Days and Nights 