H is for Hacked!
My site is being hacked as I write this, so please excuse any link or missing image weirdness as I try to get it under control… now FIXED! For the time being; fingers crossed. Whew, that was a pain.
My site is being hacked as I write this, so please excuse any link or missing image weirdness as I try to get it under control… now FIXED! For the time being; fingers crossed. Whew, that was a pain.

No, not storm petrels in Ohio, I am in Ohio, somewhere, in a dingy motel with craptastic internet that keeps cutting out on me and, apparently, a train track outside my window. I should have just slept in the car tonight. I am drawing storm petrels, and thinking of the sea. With a constant video of an eternally unwinding road seared into my vision, the rocking of a boat is easy to imagine. Even my quietest moments are afflicted with movement. Only a week ago, I was on a boat for twelve hours a day, for most of a week. I am on my way to North Dakota. After that, I am not sure what I am doing.
Wilson’s Storm Petrels, digital sketch.
I am back from twelve days of solid field birding in Belize! With a team of scientists, book authors, and sound specialists, I spent 12-16 hours a day sweating, scratching, squinting, and sighting. While I process a million photos, and gather together my bird list and sketches, here is a little ambience for you: Howler Monkeys are a common aural backdrop to the Belizean rainforest and its Mayan ruins.

To everyone, old friends and new, I would like to express my most sincere gratitude that I have had such rare opportunities to know you and be a part of your lives.