One new photograph, almost every day of the year


2020—Fly Me to the Moon

During our December visit to Bosque del Apache in New Mexico, a full moon hung in the sky well into the morning. Technically, this Friday the 13th moon was a Waxing Gibbous moon; the full moon was the day before, December 12. Waves of Snow Geese swirled in the sky as they peeled off in small groups from the large flotilla on the Track Pond. The challenge was the capture them as they passed by the moon.

2020—Morning Sky

The color of the morning sky at Bosque del Apache in December is gorgeous. And, when that sky is filled with Snow Geese leaving the ponds at the start of their day, it is even more spectacular.

2020—Happy New Year 2020

With this post, In Focus Daily begins its 10th year of publication. Hummingbirds first appeared in In Focus Daily on the third day of its publication in 2011 and except for 2015, which for inexplicable reasons I featured an apple, hummingbirds have been the featured New Year’s post every year since. Hummingbirds are among of my favorite birds and I’m lucky to have Anna’s Hummingbirds and Black-chinned Hummingbirds in my yard year round. The elusive Black-chinned Hummer eluded my lens when he visited my feeders on New Year’s Eve day so I’m featuring one of the jewels from Madera Canyon, Arizona, a Broad-billed Hummingbird. Here’s to looking forward in 2020, eyes wide open, no hindsight involved.

2019—Crane Reflections

A pair of Sandhill Cranes takes off from the Track Pond at Bosque del Apache, New Mexico, their shimmering reflections echoing their flight.

2019—Sunset Backdrop

A colorful New Mexico sunset adds a gorgeous background for a group of Sandhill Cranes flying in to their nightly roosting spot. The posture of these silhouetted cranes appearing to float down makes me think of Mary Poppins floating down to earth holding onto her umbrella.

2019—Starting the Day

There are two kinds of starts to the day in Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge, New Mexico. Either the Snow Geese, after congregating in a huge white flotilla on one of the ponds during the night, explode in a swirling mass of white and the entire flock takes to the air and disappears flying to another area of the refuge to feed. Or, they peel off in small groups and, group by group, the flotilla gets smaller until finally the pond is empty. The latter is much quieter and much less dramatic. While it’s a disappointment when the anticipated explosion doesn’t happen, there is still something very appealing about watching the small groups as they take to wing with determination.


A few weeks ago just outside Yellowstone National Park’s North entrance, we encountered a flock of Bighorn Sheep. Most of the sheep ignored us as we stood on the road photographing them as they went about eating before bedding down for the night. Every once in a while one or two would stop and stare at us, then continue what they were doing. This group of ewes didn’t pay us the slightest attention…except for the one on the end who let her curiosity get the better of her.

2019—Why Not Just Flock?

I am always fascinated by the collective nouns used to describe a group of birds—a murder of crows, a gaggle of geese, a paddling of ducks, a squadron of pelicans. Some make sense. Others are a puzzlement. I wondered about Sandhill Cranes and found lots of different terms that are apparently used to describe them. The collective terms for cranes include herd, construction, dance, sedge, siege, and swoop. Some of these are likely derived from crane behaviors like dance and swoop. My guess is that sedge refers to the sedge-filled marshy habitat cranes frequent. I wonder if construction is a nod to construction cranes? I’m not sure how siege might describe cranes. A herd implies to me a lumbering mass of wildlife and is not what I see in cranes. Why not just call them a flock?

2019—Sunrise Silhouettes

The gorgeous New Mexico sunrise and the cool morning temperatures with enough moisture in the air made for a perfect pairing of color and mist at Bosque del Apache. Snow Geese, silhouetted against the golden sky, fly through the morning fog.

2019—He's Gonna Find Out…

…Who’s naughty or nice. Santa Claus is coming to town. This skinny Father Christmas doesn’t look like the jolly, pudgy Santa we’re used to seeing despite the “Ho, Ho, Ho.” Better check that stocking for a lump of coal.

Merry Christmas everyone!