Dolphins in my Backyard

Standing at my kitchen sink doing the dishes, looking out over the Florida creek that is in essence our backyard I notice there are ripples in the water. That’s usually an indicator of 1.) a boat has just passed, 2.) a dolphin or group of dolphins have just passed or 3.)  manatees are nearby. No boat sounds but lots of turbulent water and kinetic splashing. I walk down to the dock to discover to my delight a group of 4 adult dolphins swimming under and around our dock. They are herding a school of fish against our sea wall, blocking their escape - easy pickings for dolphins when they work as a team like this.  It is a cloudy grey-black evening sky just getting ready to rain - the sky is reflected perfectly in the creek - turning it the same shades of grey. Standing on the dock I watch these 500 lb behemoths swim just below the surface turning on their sides to maneuver the fish more efficiently.  They gaze up at me as they pass by, so close I could touch them if I were to reach my hand down. Their light white-grey underbelly and darker slate-grey dorsal area allow them to blend so perfectly that they seem as if from a dream, ghost-like as they skim by. As I watch, two Roseate Spoonbills fly over, heading to their evening roosting site, bright pink against the darkening sky.  This morning I woke to two Red-bellied woodpeckers on the palm tree in the back yard near the Frangipani (AKA: Plumeria) which is in full bloom.  

Ireland

This last year has been a year of travel, some for pleasure, simple curiosity as well as for family events. The fantastic thing about traveling is the sense of discovery. Since starting to do photography several years ago, it has only heightened my pleasure of the travel experience. But often times it’s the smallest of things that have a lasting impact.  I’ve been to Ireland twice in the last year, the second time to take my nephew to see where his ancestors came from. I do know that there are some places on this planet that just feel right, comfortable, somehow familiar. It’s easy to romanticize a place through a visitor’s eyes but I’m old enough now, have traveled a bit and had lived in a European city for brief time in the 1980’s so I’m not so prone to idealizing a place. But Ireland felt different. Maybe it’s the cool overcast weather, the vast empty spaces, the history that continues to inform, the music that I’ve always been attracted to, or even more a sense of melancholy that has always been just below the surface for me in my daily life.

In Ireland I met a man in a Dublin Pub who had recently returned from living in New Zealand for 12 years.  He asked why I had come to Ireland in the unlikely month of February. I explained that I was a Callaghan on my mother’s side, that I was curious about where my great-great grandmother, Catherine, had come from. Bear in mind that I grew up with a houseful of brothers so being self -deprecating is the best defense (in regard to anything that really matters to you), easier to make fun of yourself than to have a brother throw in his often times caustic (albeit mostly droll) commentary.  As I’m telling him this, I’m rolling my eyes (before he can), self-conscience about being perceived as just another pseudo wanna-be Irish American looking for my roots. But here’s the amazing thing, he looks me straight in the eyes and says in a gentle voice, “Welcome home.” I‘m startled, trying to figure out is he making fun of me?  But nope, he’s dead serious, and I stop for a moment before saying “Thank you” in a quiet voice filled with gratitude.

November 2011 - Botswana & Zimbabwe

I have worked with captive wild animals for the last 30 years in some capacity, first as a gorilla keeper, then as the field conservation coordinator for the Columbus Zoo then the Brevard Zoo. The best part of working with animals is just being able to observe their behaviors - always fascinating. For the last week I have been in Africa, first in Zimbabwe and now Zambia. It is both surreal and magical to watch elephants come to drink, to hear lions at night, to watch a giraffe at full gallop. A repetitive theme in my life is the absolute astounding beauty of the natural world that surrounds us. There are miracles in the sensitive trunk of an elephant, in their ability to hear one another over long distances through vibrations they can "read" through their feet, in their highly complicated social lives. Miracles abound in the memory of an elephant matriarch who knows where to go to feed and for water during this long hot (and deadly) dry season. 

Elephants Observations: At a watering hole in Zimbabwe -near Hwange National Park: A small sub-group of 5 to 10 individuals would come to the water source, stay for a while drinking and cooling off.  After a bit, one of the members would break off to stand well away from the water, watching intensely in the distance from which they had come, she would become quite still, scanning the horizon, trunk in the air , then lift one of her front feet and appeared to be “listening”. Sure enough shortly thereafter another small sub-group of elephants would appear on the horizon - heading towards the watering hole. The sentinel would then return to her group and they would move off in the opposite direction - just passing through. I saw this countless times with each new group that came to drink.

Pauline Shuler Authenrieth

My grandparents met in a bar near Camden New Jersey. It was August 1942, my grandfather (an only child from Columbus Ohio, son of a school teacher, graduate from Ohio State University, with no clear religious affiliation) was up singing “Temptation” with the local band. Pop-pop had stopped in along with his fellow soldiers from a nearby army training camp. It was then that my grandmother fresh off her late shift at the RCA factory walked in. Pauline Shuler was one of eight girls, raised Catholic, daughter of Royden Lynn (I’m named for him, Lynn being my middle name) and his wife Sylvia Catherine (she’s our Irish connection, being a Callaghan),  a divorcee, and mother of an 8 year old girl (my mother). Six months later they were married just before Pop-pop was shipped off to Europe.  My grandfather raised my mother as if his own. My brothers and I were lucky to have such wonderful grandparents - Mom-mom adored us. She and Pop-pop taught us to love Big Band music. At Thanksgiving and Christmas gatherings they would dance to the beat of Artie Shaw or Glenn Miller, watching them dance together was a bit like magic. Pop-pop was a man of few words but had a great wry wit and probably was the most handsome man I’ve ever met.  My grandmother was the keeper of the stories and throughout my childhood I peppered her with endless questions about her family - her sisters (Ida, Sylvia, Nita, Ronnie, Boots, Fay, and Dru), what her parents were like, what it was like growing up in such a large family during the depression, where she was when she heard about Pearl Harbor, how she met my grandfather?

In 1989 I visited her in Florida taking along a cheap tape recorder. Every morning while having our coffee, I'd turn on the recorder and off we’d go - back to her childhood and beyond - further back in her family history. I have five tapes (now transferred to CD’s) of my grandmother’s voice - her laugh, her intonations, her slight Jersey accent on certain words, her funny way of saying “yeh” in a high-pitched voice in response to my “No kidding” when some family story surprised (or shocked) me.  The other day my niece and I were baking my Great Aunt Fay’s (my grandmother’s sister) cookies - while listening to these tapes. I love the fact that she can hear her great grandmother’s voice and unique laugh. These tapes are one of my most treasured possessions.  I’m in the process of transcribing the text and one day will present the tapes/CD’s and transcripts to each of Pauline Shuler Authenrieth’s great grandchildren - she would have liked that.

Southern Africa

After a brief hiatus, I’m back to my blog! Spent most of November in southern Africa - mainly Botswana and Zimbabwe, a bit in Namibia and Zambia - took loads of photos. I continue to be amazed and inspired by the lush as well as the stark beauty of this world.  I hope I was able to capture a bit of the diversity of wildlife and the stunning beauty of the people of Africa. On my last night in Africa, I sat out on our tent deck - the light attracting all shapes and sizes of insects. An especially loud insect flew past and as I turned to see what it was, I was startled to see a huge snowy white eagle owl sitting on the porch railing.  I think she was just as startled to see me as we both jumped a bit, we looked at one another for a brief second before she flew off as silently as she had appeared. It was my parting gift from Africa.

Jewels in Your Own Backyard

I love, love, love my city, Columbus Ohio.  It's a city of great music, art and restaurants as well as unique neighborhoods. I never know what I will discover. My day had started with a discussion about my Grandmother’s tea set - while running errands I took an alternate road and weirdly enough (tea being the connect) happened upon the Cambridge Tea House on 5^th avenue in Grandview. 

I stopped in, ordered a cup of tea and a yummy veggie sandwich of cheese, carrots, lemon hummus, avocado and sprouts on home-made crusty bread. The sandwich came with a side of cold pasta with bits of butternut squash and raisins. I lived for a short time in Amsterdam - the Dutch have a word “gezellig” which means cozy… it describes tea time with pastries, or your house on a rainy day, or snug in a comfy chair reading a good book.  

Cambridge Tea House  was both elegant and gezellig with creamy white walls and brick architectural features. Numerous windows created a light and airy feel on an otherwise dreary rainy day. Botanical and bird prints were sparingly and strategically placed throughout. Even the chalk board with the daily specials was fantastic (I’m a big chalk board fan!). It was the simplicity of the furnishings, wall colors, linen table cloths, fresh flowers that created such a beautiful atmosphere. Their tea selection was varied- they offer high tea in the afternoon and I can’t wait to bring my tea connoisseur friend Julie here for lunch.  I truly felt I was back in Europe enjoying a simple graceful meal.

I couldn't resist tasting more food so I placed a take-out order of beet salad as well as the mixed greens with feta/citrus fruit which we'll have for dinner this evening along with some toffee pudding for dessert. Thinking I had made this amazing discovery I asked how long they had been open -  the staff informed me that they had been in business for two years. Just goes to show you that when you take a different route through your own city, a city you think you know - you may just find a jewel. 

*Tap on the CTH photos to the right to go directly to their web-site.

Spring Bulbs

I absolutely love the seasons. Every Autumn day is a colorful jewel with ever-changing colors. The brilliant blue October skies with puffy white clouds serve to inspire. The morning and evening light cast shadows so brilliantly defined that they illuminate a simple leaf into a thing of absolute beauty - it is the perfect time of year for taking photographs. 

The brisk air tinged with wood smoke makes walking a pleasure. Even rainy days have a cozy feel to them prompting a nesting instinct - to bake, to change to flannel sheets, to decorate a room in Autumnal colors of burgundy and oranges.  But another favorite part of Fall is to peruse the garden stores for Spring bulbs. 

Today I bought the last of my bulbs and will plant in the next few days so that their beauty will dazzle us five months from now.  The tulips, daffodils, hyacinth, crocus will develop and unfold on a daily basis throughout April and May  - creating a sense of wonder.    

Whatever you believe (science or god based), however this world was created we are blessed and fortunate to live in a world of such diverse colors and not in a gray two-tone existence. Seems that people are always looking for miracles, but here’s the deal - they are already here right outside your door - in the dirt, in the trees, the flowers -  each a miracle in itself.

Recommendations:

*If you have not tried forcing bulbs inside during the winter months - give it a try. Just google the topic or ask at your local garden center for advice.

*Visit Kingwood Center Gardens in Mansfield Ohio in early spring for a real treat! Tap on the tulip photos to go directly to their web-site.

*One of my favorite books that got me interested in gardening was the daily journal/memoir by poet and novelist May Sarton - “The House by the Sea”