
Sanderlings (Calidris alba) and a morsel of mole crab. At Duck, North Carolina.

Sanderlings (Calidris alba) and a morsel of mole crab. At Duck, North Carolina.
Sanderlings (Calidris alba) and a morsel of mole crab. At Duck, North Carolina.

Brown pelican in flight (Pelicanus occidentalis), at Duck, North Carolina.
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Brown pelican in flight (Pelicanus occidentalis), at Duck, North Carolina.
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Little sanderling, long shadow.
Calidris alba, at Duck, North Carolina.
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Little sanderling, long shadow.
Calidris alba, at Duck, North Carolina.
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I’m heading to Duck, North Carolina for a few days, with seaside posts on my return.
Lithograph of ruddy and bufflehead ducks by James E. DeKay, from a series of books on the zoology of New York published between 1842 and 1844. From the New York Public Library Digital Gallery.
I’m heading to Duck, North Carolina for a few days, with seaside posts on my return.
Lithograph of ruddy and bufflehead ducks by James E. DeKay, from a series of books on the zoology of New York published between 1842 and 1844. From the New York Public Library Digital Gallery.

I am a flatlander, which I think partly explains my fascination with the extreme landscapes of the Colorado Plateau. I am especially amazed by the ways canyons simultaneously dampen and amplify sound. While I was photographing the petroglyphs in this series I didn’t hear any sounds from roads or machines or people at all. It was a profoundly quiet dawn, except for the cries of this peregrine falcon that kept swooping overhead. Unfortunately, she refused to pose for a close up.
I am a flatlander, which I think partly explains my fascination with the extreme landscapes of the Colorado Plateau. I am especially amazed by the ways canyons simultaneously dampen and amplify sound. While I was photographing the petroglyphs in this series I didn’t hear any sounds from roads or machines or people at all. It was a profoundly quiet dawn, except for the cries of this peregrine falcon that kept swooping overhead. Unfortunately, she refused to pose for a close up.