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My 2012 in Pictures

In January I took my swanky new lens out and about in Methuen to see what it could do.  These trips usually focus on the Spicket River, but this time I went to the Merrimack.
Reflections in the River

As usual, February focused on the RPM Challenge. This year my saxophone came out of retirement.
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In March I finally managed to get a few pictures of the night sky that only mostly sucked, as opposed to the normal total suck. This is the Moon, Venus, and Jupiter, all at once.
Moon Venus Jupiter

April brought us back to San Diego and I swear, each time we go there it gets harder and harder to come home.
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In May we brought the kids to Fenway Park. Dustin Pedroia and the Red Sox won the game, but went on to their worst season in 100,000 years.
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June was very quiet, photography wise, but we did get another piano recital in the wonderful Nevins Library in Methuen.
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In July we spent a week on Long Lake in Maine. I managed to accidentally take a few pictures that didn’t suck.
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In August we spent a day wandering around Portsmouth, NH including Strawbery Banke.
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In September we took the kids to see Rush. Now they know what I’ve been talking about all this time.
Rush on the opening night of the Clockwork Angels tour

In October we took the kids to Washington, DC and tried our best to see everything in the short time we were there.
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In November I didn’t post a single picture taken with my D90. I did, however, learn that this existed and it made me feel a little better about the human race in general.
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In December my wife and I ran off together to the mountains for a few days. It was wonderful to get away.
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And there you have it. A brief synopsis of my 2012, in pictures. I could have posted hundreds of pictures. Maybe I will later on.

Hawks

This post references this older post.

Did you read the old post?  It’s a short one, but very cool.

Today I saw the hawk again.  I was outside shoveling and I heard a ruckus coming from high above me.  The hawk was being chased out of the trees a street or two away from us by three very noisy crows.  Mr hawk was just casually flying away.  I wonder if he had a baby crow, or an egg or something as he was laughing in the face of the crows he had just violated.  He flew over my head into the woods behind my house.  Once or twice he bobbed and weaved as the crows got close enough to touch him, but otherwise he was just casual.

Then I saw something even better.  Hawk number two!  Hawk number two came out of the trees from the direction that hawk number one was headed and just leisurely flew past the others.  I was expecting number two to kick some ass on those three crows.  I mean, three crows vs two hawks pretty much equals two hawks eating crows for lunch, but no.  Number two just flew away.  He/she was pretty  ambivalent about the whole thing.

Eventually I lost them all in the trees.  A few minutes later the three crows came back out, heading home.  I guess hawk number one showed mercy on them.

I love where we live.  Our house is in a city.  Not a big one, but a city nonetheless.  Our home, however, is right in the middle of wild kingdom.  We have hawks, we have deer, we have all sorts of birds I’ve never seen while living in the suburbs.  I love it.  I really love where we live.