Osprey, Cape Cod, Late April 2018 – TRENT’S WORLD (THE BLOG) – Trent McDonald

These may be the best pictures of osprey I have seen. Possibly ever seen. Truly gorgeous shots!

Trent's World (the Blog)


I spent a chunk of the last week in April on Cape Cod.  On one of my walks down a Bell’s Neck in Harwich I watched about a half a dozen osprey hunt/fish.  I took well over 200 photos!  The sky was awful – it was cloudy and about noon.

Heres looking at you

My camera also did a weird thing in its focusing and exposure.  I have noticed that occasionally some settings will seem to change randomly.  Long and short, the exposures were awful for anything not pointing at the water.  The sun did eventually come out and a couple of osprey flew by, so I have a couple of “sunny photos”.

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DNA, or deoxyribonucleic acid exists in pretty much every living organism. It is the stuff of chromosomes and carries genetic information. Our DNA is a map of who we are and will be, representing the fundamental and unique characteristics of someone or something.

DNA molecules are a schematic of who you were, are, and will be. All of you, and me, and everyone else. Even some viruses.

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DNA is programming we inherit not only from parents, but from their parents, grandparents, and great grandparents back to the mists of time.

One of the coolest things about DNA is that it doesn’t all “turn on” at birth. Which is how come we don’t look the same throughout our lives. Different genes “kick in” at different ages, so we look like mom as toddlers. Are a dead ringer for dad in our teens. Show a remarkable resemblance to grandma when we hit forty. It isn’t an illusion. It means various pieces of our programming are turning on while others are turning off.

Some basic stuff, such as eye and skin color, are fixed. But — for example — hair may change both in texture, type, and color many times. Mine was dark as a baby, lighter as a young adult, grey in my forties, then white in my fifties. Now, it has begun to turn brown again — patchily, but definitely brown. It has been very curly, almost straight, and wavy. Thicker, thinner, silkier and rougher.

The changes are never finished. And not only signs of age. The shape of our eyes and skull. The set of our jaws. Whether or not we keep or lose our hair.

24 or 25 ... Owen was a toddler and this was Maine on a summer's day

Just when you think you know one thing … what you look like … suddenly, you don’t look like that anymore. You look in the mirror and it’s … Mom?

Spring forward 25 years. Who do I look like? For 20 years, I looked like a clone of my mother. Now, finally, I look like me. At least that’s who I resemble today. Who know what DNA is lurking in my chromosomes? What’s next? I’ll let you know when I know.