Cedar Waxwings

Expecting only to get out and get a few shots of the ice and snow Saturday Morning, we were treated to a show by three cedar waxwings feeding on berries on a tree along the Ohio River.
These guys paid no attention to us, and allowed us to walk right up to them.

Getting out and around...

Happy Birthday!

Jan. 19, 1809, Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston

Happy 199th birthday!

A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe

(published 1850)
Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow --

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand--

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep -- while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?