These are photos from the annual Mission Galveston Thanksgiving lunch at First Baptist Church in Galveston.
These are photos from the annual Mission Galveston Thanksgiving lunch at First Baptist Church in Galveston.
Steve Baker says he’s willing to do whatever it takes to avoid settling a lawsuit filed by the owner of four pit bulls that killed his beloved beagle — even if that means taking on the burden himself. To that end, Baker said Monday he had withdrawn a claim he filed with his insurance company.
The Ball High Lady Tors got a strong push to start the second half and managed to hold off a no-quit Friendswood Lady Mustangs squad in a 55-48 win in their home opener Monday.
For Satchel McElroy, the hard part is over, which frees him up to continue strengthening his link in the family’s baseball chain.
Perfectionism can be a blessing and a curse. Striving to be our best, exerting our skills, seeking to achieve our dreams are all positive aspects of diligent ambition and likely to lead to success.
Over the years, more and more people have begun making the switch to alternative medicine for pain management.
The stretches of tidal lagoons around San Luis Pass give us an idea about how the Texas Coast looked before any settlers set foot on its shores.
The camera is a visual arts tool that produces a two-dimensional image. The challenge is to bring this image to life. Exposure can capture a sense of movement, even sound.
The 1.5 hour drive to Anahuac National Wildlife Refuge is never more worthwhile than during autumn when hundreds of migrant water fowl pass the reserve's ponds.
There's a challenge going around among photographers on social media to post black-and-white images.
Looking out over the Gulf in the mornings, the cargo ships line up on the horizon. Metallic and bulky, they may not be considered beautiful, but the connectivity they stand for is.
The first half of October brings many additions to the population of natural Galveston residents. Some are passing migratory birds. But, others, such as the white pelican, are here until spring.
With discussion about development of the East End Lagoon into a nature preserve back in the news, I've been reflecting on what makes this area so special to me.
Water plants take on different hues this time of year, making for striking backdrops and brilliant flashes of color.
On impulse the other day, I took the exit off I-45 in Bayou Vista and stopped at the Pavilion overlooking the John M. O'Quinn Estuarial Corridor.
A fishing heron can stand still for small eternities, just to move when you have given up on it.
Fall is the perfect season for outdoor photography. Warm, but not as hot as a boiler room, the colors at sunset are less dulled by humidity and static and offer a color palette unequalled.
One morning at the end of summer, just like that, the light changes. It's a gradual process, but it strikes me the most after a cold front has passed and cleaned the air of static and dust, making the light clear and brilliant.
As much as we appreciate people traveling to Galveston and how local business thrives off visitors, after Labor Day, the locals issue a gigantic, cleansing sigh. The summer vacationers have left. It is island-reclamation time. The beaches at sunrise are deserted, the miles belong to the residents.
Raccoons split opinions. Some love their cute and cuddly appearance, others see them as potentially hazardous varmints.
Especially on Labor Day, it's important to find a moment to appreciate past generations' sacrifices in bringing America forward. Water connects. The Bay ties all of our local industries together. What better place to commemorate the working man's struggles?
Living on this island, any landscape photographer will be including water in many, if not most of their shots. In order to photographically translate what we see with the human eye, a variety of tools are helpful. Some tools, e.g. exposure or aperture options, are part of the technology a SLR camera comes with, but sometimes adding a filter can be helpful. For photographing water, I choose a neutral density filter.
A pelican taking a bath is a noisy affair. Pier 19 in Galveston is a good place to watch the splashing spectacle of the brown pelicans cleaning their feathers.
Diamonds at a wedding? Of course. Diamondbacks? Well that’s another matter.
The Royal Tern is one of our more common local sea-birds, distinguishable by its bright orange bill and black head-cap. Texas is the most southern area of the tern's breeding grounds. June is when their chicks hatch. In the winter, the tern migrates as far as Argentina in order to find warmth.
A different way to take advantage of sunsets in photography is to use the sun as your strobe-light for silhouette shots.
Watching herons and egret fish can be most entertaining. And none is more active when it comes to stalking prey in the shallows than the reddish egret, distinguishable by the rusty colored plumes along the head and neck.
With the end of May approaching, chances to watch the wild peacocks of Galveston court on a regular basis are going to dwindle as the birds tend to lie low in summer's heat.
CORRECTION: The "black-headed gulls" mentioned and pictured here actuality are laughing gull, colloquially, but incorrectly, referred to as black headed gull, which nest mainly in Europe and Asia and can migrate as far as the U.S. east coast.
A very obvious problem coastal in habitats is trash. Litter is a global problem. And a big percentage of our litter was dumped far out at sea or further along the coast and the current placed it on our beaches. Some of what's disgracing our shores, however, was dropped locally.
It is a triumph whenever a sea-turtle is released from rehabilitation and makes its way back into the ocean.
Despite the name, sea grass is actually not grass, but a flowering plant growing in what appear to be meadows.
With the continuous lack of rain, the wetlands dry up right in front of our eyes.
Galveston's Old City Cemetery stretches between Broadway and Avenue L, 40th and 43rd Street.
The crowds over Easter weekend confirmed my hopes — the ocean was warm enough and the next six months will see my family at the beach often.
Living in a place where shores are a few minutes from anywhere, it's still easy to go too many days without paying attention to the wetlands, a sunset, or water all together. Be it the Gulf or the bay, water is a great antidote for the electronic waves flooding our brains, and especially the ones of children.
Like drops off a paintbrush, the wildflowers catch the sun in meadows, parks and even downtown.
Oil is still sticking to the plumes of herons, dirtying the vests of pelicans and will likely remain bothersome to our local bird colonies for a long time.
The rookery, part of the Audubon bird sanctuaries on High Island, is a hot spot for birders. Pink and white wings flurry back and forth. The air is filled with a cacophony of animalistic sounds. Every year, egrets, herons, ibis, cormorants and roseate spoonbill flock to the trees on top a small island within a lake in order to attract a mate, build a nest and raise chicks.
Fog can make for some of the most atmospheric images. It can give the photographer a blank canvas to paint upon by picking and choosing what objects ought to be depicted. They can and will stand on their own in the expanse of whites and grays. The right approach is a bit of a gamble, but in general, landscapes with static objects are a safer bet in fog-photography than flying birds.
When the water of Galveston Bay reflects the sun in a deep gold, I am reminded of Robert Frost's poem:
Many species of wading birds, such as egret, ibis and spoonbill, know to never over-fish. They know it instinctively and will leave a lagoon after feeding in it for a certain period of time.
Observing the bay from the East Beach shoreline — the rocks covered with the sticky black oil, the tidal pools barricaded with floating fences — it is hard to keep faith. Our most favorite playground is contaminated, for birds, fishermen and anyone else. One feels much like a visitor to a carnival on an early morning when the sparkly lights are off and sun exposes the rust on machinery and the shabbiness of it all.
With the oil spill in Galveston Bay, I contemplate the scenery we watch on a sunny spring evening, focused on the swaying reeds of the wetlands, the call of the many shorebirds, the silent flapping wings of an egret landing.
As an artist, I’m wary of deconstructing the end-product of any form of creation. Beauty for beauty’s sake, a sunrise or a sunset is there for us to marvel at, reflect on, rejoice in and simply enjoy.
From the Everglades in Florida, through the bald cypress swamps of Louisiana and into our Texas wetlands, the Gulf Coast is home to the American alligator.
Spring break brought the crowds back to the beaches but the people looking for serenity can always find it at the bayside during sunset.
The Black Crowned Night Heron is probably the easiest heron to photograph because it sits perfectly still for hours. Its most distinguishing features are bright red eyes and two or three spiky plumes extending from the back of its head.
With Mardi Gras starting, we can take a cue from nature about costumes. The plumes of this Great Egret — a.k.a. White Heron — make for stunning, swooshing ball-room trail effects quite useful in courtship to show just how magnificent a bird is to prospective mates.
Coastal Fog and a hint of sunshine marked the end of the weekend. In one direction, cranes pranced within a canvas of cotton-fluff, in another, the last of the day's sun shimmered through the clouds over West Bay, the light reflected within the clear waters. A meeting of elements along the shoreline.
The magnificent osprey, or sea hawk, is always a treat to watch. In the very first morning light, its wings gain a metallic quality. One of the best places to spot this bird is on the west end of Galveston Island where the raptors like to perch on top of telephone poles with caught fish, the devouring of which can be a messy affair with guts and bones flying in every direction. Osprey can reach a wing-span of over 70 inches and are, after the peregrine falcon, the second most widely distributed raptor in the world.
With the sun's continuing absence, I'm trying to come up with different ideas to capture Gulf Coast beauty. Under the cloud's grey cover, movement becomes more important. With long exposure, ordinary scenes can be turned into artistic depictions of the same, where time stands still and shapes flow into each other, questioning the state of affairs any given moment.
Fog blanketed the island and all was still. Birds flew as ghosts, weightless to the eye, their cawing dimmed. Tree branches and fence posts formed the only contrast in the wintery landscape. The hushed voice of the wind barely reached the ear.
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