The neighbors

What we find most interesting about living out here in the middle of nowhere are our neighbors. Not of the human variety, mind you, but of the wilder type. I can't even count the number of times that someone yells "Look, look, look!", dashing over to the window with camera in hand. Well, the one with the camera in hand is usually me, of course, and since I work at home alone I often times yell only to my inner self, but you get the idea.

This blog will more than likely be dotted with frequent entries about our neighbors, but I cannot imagine that any will be more impressive than this: an águila real (Aquila chrysaetos). Believe it or not, the thing was so big that I thought it was a man sitting on the rocks out there. I've found photos online of an eagle with similar markings and have been able to identify it as a 3-year-old male.

You don't need to say it - I know I need to get a better lens. Any ideas for a Canon PowerShot S3?

A Room with a View

I can't help it. I love sunsets. They have always reminded me of our summers spent in Maine at the cottage. I find it no coincidence that the living room in our new home is also west-facing. Fate? Hardly. It is unfortunate, however, that not many of our friends and family get to see the sunsets that we enjoy daily. But, sunset or not, it is quite a view.