...thank you so much for making the Santa Cruz Lighthouse picture number one. I think that means I've won (I have a hard time accepting such realities), and really I couldn't have done it without you. I keep thinking of Sally Field and that awful moment that has become so often parodied. I won't say, "You like me, you really like me." That's not what she said actually, but close enough to make us all a little bit queasy. I wonder how much better it would have sounded if she had said, "I love you, I really love you." That's how I feel at the moment.
When I was in fifth grade and a pipsqueak of a person, not more than 4"10" tall, I represented my elementary school at the county track meet in the standing broadjump category. I was smaller than all of the competition. I lost big time that day. While the other girls were jumping over seven feet, I didn't even clear six. I was good for my size, but I was little in the world.
Today makes up for all of that.
I don't broadjump anymore, but I do take pictures. The one above is a Red-breasted Sapsucker that tried four trees in about two minutes before flying away.
