
Juvenile brown pelicans (Pelecanus occidentalis), on Mill Creek, at the ruins of the Water Street wharf in the Phoebus community of Hampton, Virginia.

Juvenile brown pelicans (Pelecanus occidentalis), on Mill Creek, at the ruins of the Water Street wharf in the Phoebus community of Hampton, Virginia.

Juvenile brown pelicans (Pelecanus occidentalis), on Mill Creek, at the ruins of the Water Street wharf in the Phoebus community of Hampton, Virginia.

A raft of ring-bills.
Ring-billed gulls (Larus delawarensis) at Fort Monroe National Monument, Hampton, Virginia. There were about 300 birds in this fleet.
Please click photo for an enlarged view.

A raft of ring-bills.
Ring-billed gulls (Larus delawarensis) at Fort Monroe National Monument, Hampton, Virginia. There were about 300 birds in this fleet.
Please click photo for an enlarged view.

Brown pelican (Pelecanus occidentalis), on Mill Creek, at the ruins of the Water Street wharf in the Phoebus community of Hampton, Virginia.
I spent a pleasant hour watching and shooting an entire squadron of pelicans during my Virginia trip. Expect to see more.

Brown pelican (Pelecanus occidentalis), on Mill Creek, at the ruins of the Water Street wharf in the Phoebus community of Hampton, Virginia.
I spent a pleasant hour watching and shooting an entire squadron of pelicans during my Virginia trip. Expect to see more.

Great blue fishing in Jones Creek at Claybank, Gloucester County, Virginia.
Why these birds are so skittish around people is a great mystery to me, since no one in the history of the world has ever wanted to eat one.

Great blue fishing in Jones Creek at Claybank, Gloucester County, Virginia.
Why these birds are so skittish around people is a great mystery to me, since no one in the history of the world has ever wanted to eat one.
Granny’s rose.
These tiny blooms are from grafts of my great grandmother’s rose. The plant is in a protected spot in my sister’s garden in Chesapeake, Virginia, and the bush was covered in blooms on Thanksgiving day. The flowers are small but fragrant, with buds no bigger than my fingernail. In full bloom the flowers are only about as big as a U.S. quarter.
The ancestor of this heirloom rose was in Granny’s yard near Pleasant Grove, Alabama. I just spent a fruitless hour on Google Earth trying to find the location of the old house, but the technology and my memory let me down. I’m glad there is a living connection I can still make my way to.
Granny’s rose.
These tiny blooms are from grafts of my great grandmother’s rose. The plant is in a protected spot in my sister’s garden in Chesapeake, Virginia, and the bush was covered in blooms on Thanksgiving day. The flowers are small but fragrant, with buds no bigger than my fingernail. In full bloom the flowers are only about as big as a U.S. quarter.
The ancestor of this heirloom rose was in Granny’s yard near Pleasant Grove, Alabama. I just spent a fruitless hour on Google Earth trying to find the location of the old house, but the technology and my memory let me down. I’m glad there is a living connection I can still make my way to.