Little Bluebird in Valley Forge Today

Black Brow of the Black Browed Albatross

Penguin Portrait Studio

Salisbury Plain, South Georgia

Tonsil Check

Black Browed Albatross courting on Steeple Jason in the Falkland Islands

Penguins on Salisbury Plain, South Georgia

"Mom, It's Thanksgiving. PLEASE!!!"

Penguins on Right Whale Bay

Battle Scars

Catching Snow Flakes

King Penguins After the Snow

The Battle of the Elephant Seals

I was laying on the ground just clicking away at these GIANT elephant seals (weighing up to 8,000 pounds and 20 feet long).  They were battling it out for dominance over all the ladies in the harem.  Heart in my throat!

King Penguins at Right Whale Bay on South Georgia Island in the Southern Ocean

Click photo and look closely and you can see penguins in the foreground, the middle ground and way back on the right - tiny faint little dots going up the foot of the mountain.  It was a dream.

My Ken

It is hard to believe, but Ken Kono left this earth and flew to the heavens on October 26, 2016.  He was at peace and at rest.  My dear sister Julie was holding his hand.  He lived a full and extraordinary life.  I am so proud to have been his wife and friend for 23 short years.  Oh it was fun and full and rich and challenging.  A friend asked that I provide a link to his memoir again and here it is:  http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/invited/5929188/0b1270f281b264413391a92e90b46eb814f0cd48
Oh! (Ken has) slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward he has climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, --and done a hundred things you have not dreamed of
 -- Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence.  Hovering there.
He has chased the shouting wind along, and flung
His eager craft through footless halls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
He's topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew--
And, while with silent lifting mind he's trod
The untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out his hand, and touched the face of God.
                                              --John Magee