More images from my recent trip.
While my recent trip to Peru was not a birding trip per se, I was able to find some time at the end of each day just before dark and therefore in poor light to pursue some bird photography. Images below are more for “identity” rather than quality as our hike did not allow the weight penalty of better telephoto lenses nor did group dynamics allow much time for the necessary patience for this endeavour. Many, many life birds for me were spotted but will have to remain etched in my memory. I have attempted to identify the birds as best I can. Please feel free to contact me with any errors or omissions. PERUVIAN OR RUFOUS-COLLARED SPARROW
During our hike Machu Picchu, as many as 20 immature Mountain Caracaras could be seen at one time swirling above our heads.
Flamingos at nearly 12,000 feet elevation!
Were the Inca’s interested in bird imagery? Try and spot the depiction of a Kingfisher in the stonework of a wall at Machu Picchu. This artistic effort would have taken hundreds of hours of cutting and polishing with crude stone tools. Lucky me, I only have to polish pixels with Photoshop!!
Some panorama images from my recent expedition to Peru.
Major food source for Machu Picchu which is a three day hike up the mountain.
Last rest stop before final push up to the Lost City.
Homer’s “Rosy-fingered” dawn caresses a mountain glacier at first light. With images like this waiting outside your tent flap, no need for coffee to kick-start your day!!
I survive the Inca Trail trek to the lost city of Machu Picchu!! Did I flinch before Dead Woman’s Pass (elevation 13, 700 ft). Hell, no!! Did I crumble on the ancient stone staircase they now call the “Gringo Killer“. No!!! (But I did crawl up on all fours!!)
Four days of exhilarating, exhausting adventure in the high Andes. Glad to have put that one into the books. Won’t be doing it again.
Today is the 225th anniversary of the Boehm’s Chapel in Willow Street, Pennsylvania. The Chapel is the fourth most historically significant centre of Methodism in America. The Chapel was built on land donated by my Boehm ancestors who had received the original title directly from William Penn. Celebrations will be on-going throughout the day by the Boehm’s Chapel Society which is dedicated to the preservation of building and the spreading of the knowledge of its unique role in the history of faith in America.
Boehm’s Chapel and the Boehm homestead was a point of refuge for many of the famous American Circuit Riders who carried their faith to the remotest corners of the American frontier. Many have found their final resting place in the adjoining historical cemetery.
The Boehm’s Chapel Society has acquired a copy of my book for their library, “Loyal She Began”, and will have it on display during the celebrations. The book tells the story of the Boehm migration to Canada in the aftermath of the American Revolution.
Copies of the book are available from the publisher here.
Best wishes to the Boehm’s Chapel Society for a very successful event!
Tis the time of year for wild orchids.
Finally had some luck in what has been a spectacularly uneventful spring migration. A bird that has eluded me for years.
Princeton professor, Bernard Lewis celebrates his 100th birthday today. Perhaps the world’s greatest scholar on the history of Islam, I had the great privilege of sharing a dinner and evening with him a few years ago where he graciously permitted to pose for the following photo. Apparently he is still going strong. Happy Birthday Bernie. In the words of the Jewish blessing, may he live to be 120. We need him.
Today is Bob Dylan’s 75th birthday. While never much of a fan (that second coming of Christ thing back in the 60s kind of put me off), I fully understand the appeal of his music.
The correctional facility at Red Wing, Minnesota was Bob’s “College of Knowledge” and overlooks Highway 61. His famous breakout didn’t last very long. He was apprehended by Lake City Sheriff Howard “Toughie” Gludt. Howard was a golf buddy of my father and I had the privilege of playing a few rounds with him.
Howard now lies a good nine iron shot from my father in the Lakewood Cemetery in Lake City.
As a result of his brush with Rock and Roll history, Howard made into the title track of Dylan’s most famous album.
“Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department they wouldn’t give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard where can I go
Howard said there’s only one place I know
Sam said tell me quick man I got to run
Ol’ Howard just pointed with his gun
And said that way down on Highway 61″
Thanks for the memories, Toughie Gludt!