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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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Tag Archives: Monochrome Monday
There is something magical about being able to look at the sun in full glow safely filtered by all the tiny water droplets suspended in the air about me. A trip to the beach is in my near future! Vibrant
In the dark grey days of winter I use a biolight to boost my mood. Never before has one of my beagles decided it was just about as good as real sunshine — until Jello! <a href=”https:/…imistic/”>Optimistic</a>
After twenty-four days of rainfall, Portland Oregon has set a new record of 14.90 inches so far in December (official as of 12/28/15). What a relief to have three days of mostly clear weather. <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/now/”>Now</a>
As we in the northern hemisphere wave farewell to the last days of autumn and sip the new wine of early winter, I find my feet on the ground and my spirit in the air.
Mourning Doves return to my grounds yearly. This one perched in a tree nearby long enough for me to get some nice shots in the early spring sunlight. Sending everyone peace — it starts in our hearts. Eye Spy“>
Hydrangea thrives in my gardens. I love their abundant blue blossoms which cheer me whenever I look at them. Over the course of a hot summer, the plants that get direct sunlight turn almost a rust color. These two shots … Continue reading
Looks like it might be a hawk perched up in the bare branches of my neighbor’s Pin Oak Tree, but it’s hard to say. Jello and I heard a rhaspy cry as we were finishing our walk. It reminded me … Continue reading
When Jello was hit on a highway two months ago, I held her gaping wound to my chest and told her “we’re going to make it.” As I have said before, she lived due to the help of many people … Continue reading
Wild water is a treat to behold. The flicker of light on a moving surface, creating refractions and reflections, currents and undulations with their attendant wash, splash or rumbling resonance. In this setting, the cool morning mist at sunup, and … Continue reading