Streaks and blazes of orange and red mark the end of those lush greens of summer. I’m not sure I’m ready for the cold or the leaves to abandon me, but, like spring, fall is a season of change and there’s always something fabulous and new to see, particularly if you lift your eyes off the sidewalk (..although I’ve seen some amazing leaf action on the ground..!). I really make an effort to soak it all in and not miss it because so quickly will we slide into the barren landscape that is winter. With the coming cold, we’re losing our cherished birds of summer, but plenty others do hang around. Even watching them move through is rewarding. Just yesterday I watched a potentially migrant bald eagle fly over as I pointed vehemently upward in hopes that someone else on the city sidewalks would see it too. But it is fun to have those tiny excitements all to yourself.
Nice thing is, while I’ve seen hundreds of these glorious raptors, I can enjoy wondering for fun which particular eagle this one is: there were several pairs nesting here during the summer, one of which in our beloved National Arboretum. It was an adult, so not one of the first-year birds since their full white plumage won’t come for about another five years. Or maybe a migrant indeed.
In other news, I’ve been writing for Defenders of Wildlife for the last ten months, with stories in the Spring/Summer/Fall issues. This is a big deal for me, to be in one place for so long working for a single organization for so long. Feels a little weird but it’s been nice to settle in DC for awhile–I was born in this city, so there are some heartstrings there! No, I’ve really had such an honor of living with my brother in his fantastic artist studio because he’s just that nice to put up with his little sister and all the shenanigans that come along with it.
But Defenders has been a really neat experience. I’ve finally gotten my writing in print before print goes extinct! It was exciting, when the first magazine that I took part in came out–it sported three of my stories. And hearing people come to the front desk asking for a copy is thrilling, and I think “hey I wrote some of that!” These are things I probably shouldn’t be admitting so instead I’ll insert a quick plug: read my stories!
Also, I very sporadically update my websites: