The Waiting celery farm "In the heart of Darby

"In the heart of Darby Creek's sprawling wilderness

their laughter mingling with the sound of the waves

sleeping lightly

bringing together luminous black-and-white images and intimate

and I reveled in the thrill of the chase

The Waiting celery farm "In the heart of DarbyTHE WAITING The Turkey Vultures perched waiting for what the sea would bring. I watched as they circled and landed on bare branches high above the western front. The wind came first. It carried the smell of salt and the promise of decay. The birds did not stir at first. They held themselves with patience, hunched and hollow backed, as if carved into the branches rather than resting upon them. But they had a purpose. They were not watching the sea for