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Walking With Eagles is a collection of original poems and photographs by Lindy Low Le Coq. A lifelong naturalist, amateur photographer and bird enthusiast, Lindy’s verse, composition and photographs open a window into the essence of her subjects. Her poems and photography reflect the rich natural wonders of the Pacific Northwest.
Bald Eagles mature over the course of five years. Walking With Eagles invites the reader to take a poetic and visual tour of this odyssey.
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Category Archives: trees
Ornamental maple trees are turning on their autumn razzle-dazzle all over the Pacific Northwest, as we greet October with a few days of welcome rain. The little bright crab-apples (below) caught my eye and made my mouth water. My grandmother … Continue reading
Recently I read a fascinating book: Finding The Mother Tree, by Suzanne Simard. Through years of dedicated research she has influenced the practice of Silviculture in Canada and the USA, by proving that “forests are social, cooperative creatures connected through … Continue reading
Over the course of 35 years nurturing the flora of my back yard, it has become a bird sanctuary. Tall trees, medium shrubs and ground cover provide safe haven for Black-capped and Chestnut-backed Chickadees, Bushtits, Oregon Junco, Spotted Towhee, Bewick … Continue reading
As autumn gives way to winter, colder days with wind and rain, strip deciduous trees bare. A crisp icy fragrance bites on the edge of the breeze, hinting of frosty nights. Queen Anne’s Lace has scattered her seed – ice crusts the … Continue reading
Summer blossoms fade, as fruit and seed ripen into autumn’s brilliance, while fields and gardens bulge with nature’s bounty. As our sun sets ever-farther southwest, days shift cooler – nights longer. Rich cinnamon scents from fallen fruit and withering berries swirl with woodsmoke … Continue reading
Uprooted and blown by the wind, this tree trunk is in an always evolving dance with ocean and land. Below, it is in the distance. A beached utility pole, must have blown over in a windstorms. From the look of the wood, … Continue reading
Recently, during a very low tide, I explored the beach and cliffs of Beard’s Hollow. This image of the promontory above Beard’s Hollow, shows the lush forested lands that are part of Cape Disappointment State Park. The name, conferred by … Continue reading
When I start to feel down, I tell myself to look up and find light coming through those clouds, and to remember the ancient adage: “And this, too, shall pass away.” In spring, a bright blue sky glimpsed through fresh … Continue reading