Tag Archive: Sandhill Cranes

Shades of grey

  The first winter storm of the season brought much needed wind and rain that helped clear the skies of smoke from wildfire burning in Northern California. A trip to the Isenberg Sandhill… Continue reading

Hazy arrival

Smoke from the devastating Camp Fire that burned through the city of Paradise in Northern California has left much of the Central Valley blanketed in a layer of smoke and haze. I set… Continue reading

Paint the sky

Cool winds and clouds bring the first hint of winter coming to the Isenberg wetlands outside Lodi. The calendar still says fall but the colors in the sky hint of things to come.… Continue reading

En Masse

There is a saying, “go big or go home.” The sandhill cranes sunset arrival to Isenberg this past Saturday in the fading light included an en masse departure from their grazing field across… Continue reading

Sun up

Technically sunrise or sun up is described as that moment when the upper limb of the sun appears on the horizon in the morning. At Isenberg it is that moment when the color… Continue reading

A decade at Isenberg

It has been 10 years since I made my first trip to the Woodbridge Ecological Reserve just west of Lodi. Standing in the gathering darkness thousands of sandhill cranes trumpeted their arrival to… Continue reading

Sundown

With freezing temperatures and the approach of winter many of the sandhill cranes have already moved south from the Isenberg Crane Reserve as they continue their winter migration. A trip to the wetlands… Continue reading

Nightfall

Sunset at Isenberg brings a variety of changes to the landscape. The shadows grow longer as the sun sinks along the horizon, the colors in the sky grow warmer and the air is… Continue reading

Break of Dawn

I decided to make another early morning trip to Isenberg. My last trip had too many people, to much talking and not enough just taking in the sights. A smaller crowd, more clouds… Continue reading

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