Hoarse Whisperer

Weekly tradition time: finding some color no matter how gray the skies.

Tell me something good.

What good thing happened in your life this week?

Found your purpose or found your glasses, both work. Just something good.

I can’t believe it is already January 79th.

Luckily, there are only 64 days in February.

Weekly tradition time: finding some joy no matter how small, no matter how hard.

Tell me something good.

What good thing happened in your life this week?

Found your calling or found a dollar in the dryer, both work. Just something good.

Since I am on an owl kick at the moment, found this picture I took a couple years ago in one of my luckiest birding outings ever.

A short-eared owl in the winter dusk.

How beautiful are these birds? Just striking.

Merlin claims it is a Cooper’s. Hard to tell.

Look at this little pretty one…

Saw this beautiful red-shouldered hawk perched in the parking lot of a Barnes & Noble.

I love being back to carrying my camera with me when I leave the house.

Hell, I love being back to leaving the house.

2026: more birds, more pictures, more life.

Looks amazing!

Weekly tradition time: finding some color no matter how gray the skies.

Tell me something good.

What good thing happened in your life this week?

Had an amazing New Year’s Eve or made it to 2026, both work. Just something good.

“Love is a ghost train rumbling through the darkness” - Counting Crows, ‘Ghost Train’

happen to catch one of those passing by while rumbling through the darkness myself during a light snow a few weeks ago.

A couple more shots of the barred owl I saw yesterday…

Love this.

They really are amazing birds…

Oh, I portend. Nobody portends like me!

[you have to read that in George Costanza voice for it to really work.]

New Year, new me.

Technically, it’s more like ‘old me’… but being back to being that person feels pretty new.

Got out with the camera yest for the first time in ages. Nature came ‘round to welcome me back. Even this barred owl popped by to say hello.

Let’s GO, 2026. It’s gonna be a good year.

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Me in 2025: I’m never leaving my room again.

Me five minutes into 2026:

Maybe we should put a wooden stake through 2025 just to be sure.

Weekly tradition: finding some rays of light no matter how dark the clouds. There is always some light. Finding it matters most when it is hardest.

Tell me something good.

What good thing happened in your life this week?

Felt brand new or felt like your old self again, just something good.

That’s how you do it. Work on your technique. Shave off precious seconds.

That’s the real marathon

It takes a village.

Maybe we could meet in running clothes to not go for a run.

I’m proud of you.

New York City Marathon today.

It has taken an entire year of not training, but today, I move another step closer to achieving my lifelong goal of never running a marathon.

Accurate. I don’t know who this Darren guy is but the guy has to learn how to order a proper cup of coffee. It was like drinking a cup of diabetes.

Carpool? Maybe stop for somebody else’s sandwich and coffee on the way?

It… was not.

Damn, people put a whole lot of that syrup shit in their coffee

I accidentally took the wrong drink at Dunkin’ Donuts this morning and didn’t tell them.

Am I going to hell? Or just prison?

That’s… typical.

I imagine a situation like that would be more like getting riddled by a dozen of them but living to tell about it.

“Eat prey. Leave.”?

It was a little darker than I expected.