David J Bauman

Well, my 30 day challenge is complete. I’d change a few things in some of the videos if I could, but considering the time constraints of once per day production, I am pretty happy with how it turned out. I had wanted to give you a recap, maybe my top ten favorites from the month, but it’ll have to wait. This old bird is tired, and there is a birthday party, followed by a celebration of music, poetry, and art tomorrow. Of course another day of work awaits in between.

The poetry gig, by the way is called “Poetry Under the Paintings,” and if you in the area you can bring a poem and join us at Faustina’s Gallery in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania. Be sure to tell my boy happy birthday!

Bird watching always takes a back seat to poetry here on the Dad Poet blog, but during April’s National Poetry Month it got completely left behind in the traffic jam of poetry and video. As for this footage, well one of my bird brained ideas was to combine passages from Song of Myself with a little bird watching and commentary. However, most of the commentary was killed by wind on the microphone, and even had it not been, the resulting documentary would have been way too long indeed. Besides that, unless we are talking about birds of prey, I cannot speak with much authority about birds. Better for me to stick to poetry.

So since my brother Vincent, across the pond from me in Northern Ireland was asking if anyone had seen the swallows yet, here are just a few minutes of the extra footage from Day 30.