Binocular Visions: Ranger roving and refreshing

Ranger Rick Rack

   Good thing we have binoculars! This Ranger owner has created his own dynamic wrap around in black and yellow.

   On a less exciting note – except to the parties involved – a note on a forest green Ranger. Read me: best to park Ranger elsewhere.

ranger note, bitemyhorse.com image

Where’s Edgar?

Edgar Allan Poe and Raven on location

Designer Nerds

nice spot

Neurons happy: Heron on a dead bough: grandaddy of them all, fishing, waiting. View from the road.
Squirrel pops out of a barrel when I make a deposit of litter.
Sunlit scenery. Walk two miles to the eight marker and back, and find a piece of sycamore near the seven. Add the pick of the litter Wonka Nerds box top and voila, today’s rebus. Nerds + give – v = Designer.
Other than that, it’s quiet. Overheard “Research shows…” Something about running half an hour. Meanwhile work on solving world peace. Whose world? Look for the heron on the way back. Might be there. Man and a woman walk with energetic strides and converse in raucous, excited voices, matching in vigor, kind of like the herons make.
Fishing involves patience and timing. Plus location. Pick your spots.

Colonial Ad

   Ticket stub, pick of the litter: Colonial AD 000822. Colonial ADULT. Colonial Theater ADULT ticket. Cherish is the word I use to describe.

   Adult ticket and baby heron. 8:14 this morning. First ever sighting of an immature bird. It stands in the grass. It stands about 18″ high. It stands still.

   Because it is a dark and rainy morning following a drenching night, the bird is wet and I have not brought the camera. Of course, when I am unprepared with the camera, this is the time it is most needed.  Back to the car. Here comes a person to jog. Signal intention: there is a young heron up ahead!

   The bird is Oscar if male and Grace if female. It’s a beautiful star and speckled like a hawk and steps with deft, light purpose. It plucks a big fat long worm from the wet grass, a small pond puddle. It waits. I snap. It fishes out another worm, I keep snapping. How does it find them? Another worm. This is why my friend Grumplestiltskin has recommended I take pictures. Productive snapping.

    “But you’re still not professional,”  he tells me. “And I’m a working adult.”

   Along the midsection of the towpath, spot a heron in the water and on the way back, a small snapping turtle attracts attention. We are always alone.

Big Poppy

Dear Reader,

   In search of photograph of Big Poppies from Ikea that was on Craigslist. Do you have it?

Sincerely,

The Heron Report

p.s. It ain’t over til the Big Papi swings.

Kenetica

 

fly fishing components

Heronsblog: PARKDATE: Sunday 7.19.29

  The noble Ken Reinard, Ye Olde Colonial Angler of 1770, gives us, The Heron Report,  a heron report of his own Sunday during Step Back in Time at the Heritage Center.

   From his post, a table of authentic handmade fly fishing accoutrements near the eight marker, a few paces upstream of the red covered bridge, Reinard reports that a heron had been seen in the Tulpehocken creek.

  “We saw a heron and how was he fishing?” says Reinard. “He was fishing downstream like he ought to be. Fishing downstream to a rising fish. Like a gentleman. He moved from here down to the bridge.”

   The tools of Reinhard’s trade form an elegant display. He points out hooks made from nails and needles, line of horsetail hair (equine not plant) and handmade bamboo rods.

   His etuis are mesmerising. These he fashions from the leftover sections of bamboo. Fitting one end with a removable cork, the hollow stem is a precision hook holder: lightweight, portable and safe! They shake rattle and roll. Very kinetic!

   The appropriate fly for July is Shell Fly or a Wasp Fly.

http://www.amazon.com/Colonial-Anglers-Manual-Flyfishing-Flytying/dp/0811734307

Ye Olde Colonial Angler of 1770 (7.19.09)

Weekend Warrior: Step Back in Time 7.19

  

Ken Reinard, Colonial Angler

    There are happiness islands. There are treasure islands.

   What is the nickname for Berks County? The Green Diamond!  And so it was set, Sunday, with a jewel-tone day at the Heritage Center, happiness and treasures both.

   Berks County Parks and Recreation placed the accent on recreation, as park staff, volunteers and presenters beckoned: Step Back in Time. In so doing, some of the past was brought forward, so we may learn, participate and reinterpret.

   No doubt, they did it. They did it with songs. They did it with stories. They did it with dress-up and toys and games and arts and crafts. They did it with fashion show. They did it with musketry. They did it with demonstrations.

Colonial Games

   All dressed up, with interesting places to go: behind the lines of Civil warfare. On a houseboat named Mildred.  Along the banks of the Tulpehocken creek with a colonial angler.  It was the perfect day for a date like this, complete with entertainment and refreshments. This week, a review of  each.

Special thanks to Berks County Parks and Recreation and the camera shy Ms. Cathy Wegener, Supurrintendent of Interpretive Services.

So What Osmosis, Even Faster than That

So What Osmosis

   What kind of blue is behind the ess on gum box?      Guttersnipe!

   Something variegated this way grows.

   Radio Taco Bell, Bill and bacon. Ultimate find.

   Squirrel in bin. Autosave. Feels freed.

    

   Pick of the litter: sporting goods store receipt (back of.)

   Backwards  red 1 inspection number.

   Park crew tee: Sabathia and number 52 baseball over what kind of blue?

   Beauty beauty day.  Tiny blue jay feather. Tiny!

   Pair of squirrels, classic sitting/nibbling  pose.

   Bushy tail ↔ crimped tail.

   Crimped tail springs. Boing-boing, been jolted?

   WET PAINT sign on log bench. What neat placement!

  

 

 

   Victor: light blue tee. Is a one/ten day. Blogger: navy. 

   Overheard in Reading: park crew “We did that

   post, that number eight.”

the 10 post

   A few good pathlings.  

   Iotas show moss.

   How close we came to a heron this morning?

                                                                            

    ON THIS DAY in 1846:

    http://www.pbs.org/kera/usmexicanwar/timeline_flash.html

 

pathling

Men Working

  

trail of petals

    Camera happy. Cloudless sky. Sunlight, shadow. Medallions and leaf patterns. Park crew staining the Snack Bar structure, deck and railing. Men working. Mother-daughter walk, one word I hear. Random word. At the upper footbridge, a petal on the post. A trail of petals. One here. Another. Walk on. Another. Have pictures. Two fairly close together and then two herons fly close together close to the stream. Heron Island. That looks like a place to be. Overheard in Reading: “the screen and the other window up.” Heard on Cowherd: “Why should I share money with you when you’re not playing on the same level?” HLM, HLMN, HLM. Plein air painter. Pictures before and exhibition. Lost ink method. Feng shui should rhyme with eight. Wisdom.

Creativity and Children Balance

  

Faster Faster

 

 In with the park ranger. Mango seed on balance beams. Fibrous and light yellow.  Heron: picture perfect morning. Takes off, glides over the mill bridge, fascinating fisherman with three scissors and me. Turtle trail. Found writing: I love —– 

   Pathlings aplenty. Capture INXS, now that Nikon released from camera hospital. Trail reports: Mating fish alert. Hawk spotting. Sunning snapping turtle. Result of bat count. Would you like date of the next one? Yes!

    Holiday recaps. To do list for today. Starbreaks: so many this week, now Steve McNair. A crime vents.  Overheard in Reading: “Faster! Faster!” from two black-clad runners. Bicyclist. Cloth of the man: Habitat for Humanity. [Homes. Recreation areas]. Green sticker w/7 and Chinese calligraphy. Tree. Fisherman still on bridge. Admire his layout without saying anything. Net, cart, ziplock sandwich, bait. Runners rehydrate in lot @ red car.

   Orange, white Pixie Stix piece.