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Folksonomy > animals
October 14th, 2011

The Red Bats were thrilled when the City of Santa Cruz contacted us to do a portrait of sorts. Not a portrait of a person, but a portrait of the city: they requested a variety of images of Santa Cruz to be used on their website and elsewhere on the internet. We pulled lots of favorite shots out of our archives, and went out shooting again to get more. This project was especially rewarding for me because I was able to use my earliest photos of Santa Cruz, images that will always remind me of the beginning of my relationship with this magical place. I’m looking forward to seeing what the City does with the several hundred photos we gave them. Here are just a few of those shots.

October 8th, 2011

This post is Part 2 of a 3-part series. Read Part 1 – Read Part 2 – Read Part 3

What I will remember the most about this wedding ceremony is the pair of white doves Gladys and Ed released at the very end. I had always wanted to see someone do this and I didn’t even know it was going to happen until they brought out the two white baskets. Now I want to release some birds myself. It looked like so much fun.


W.B. Yeats

Would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.

A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you!

I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;
Soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!