Tag Archive: Isenberg Crane Reserve

Into the mystic

There is something ethereal about fog. Perspective is diminished, contrast fades away and shapes take on a different form as they waver in and out of the mist. My first Isenberg sunrise of… Continue reading

October fest

The harvest moon has risen, there is a cool breeze in the evening and the sandhill cranes have returned to Isenberg. Everything is right with the world. My second trek to Isenberg of… Continue reading

Vanguard

Every years as the hot summer months give way to the cool evening breezes of fall my thoughts turn to a small wetland outside Lodi and the annual arrival of the sandhill cranes.… Continue reading

Change of season

November. The warm nights of October have slipped away as fall fades to winter. The days are getting shorter and long shadows are cast across the grass and reeds surrounding the wetlands. At… Continue reading

Twilight

There’s that time after the sun has set and the sky reflects the last few rays of light across the water at Isenberg. The sky changes from a fiery orange to a warm magenta… Continue reading

Daybreak

I had planned earlier this year for a series of visits to the Isenberg sandhill crane reserve outside Lodi but work and life kept me away. I managed to find time for one last… Continue reading

Touch down

Every year I make a trip to a small wetlands outside of Lodi to watch migrating sandhill cranes make their evening arrival to the small field by the side of the road. With… Continue reading

Let the day begin

There is a serenity that’s hard to describe standing alone in the darkness looking at the stars in the heavens above. Shivering in the pre-dawn starlight I listened to the sounds of sandhill… Continue reading

The fading light

Sunsets are always a special time to take pictures. The changing hues of the sky, the warm light, the long shadows all add another dimension to pictures. But it is all to fleeting… Continue reading

Isenberg

It seems hard to believe a patch of ground north of Lodi could hold such a fascination with people. In the waning light Saturday evening I stood behind a barbwire fence along side… Continue reading