It happens every seventeen years, for a few short weeks. Even the rain, finally falling, can’t stop it. The birds, like this Redwing blackbird at Huntley Meadows, seem to have found a new source of protein.
A short video of a swallow and a heron at Huntley Meadows.
Two swallows in flightBehaving differentlyIn different light
Bring a little smile (or a big one). Spring 2021. Renewal and return.
I took my Sony RX10IV camera to look for tadpoles at Huntley Meadows. It’s really hard getting a picture of a tadpole breaking the surface. I thought some tadpoles had expired, they didn’t move much, but prodded by other tadpoles they moved soon enough. To emphasize the shape of the tadpole, I converted the pictures… Continue reading They Grow Up Quickly
For many people in the world, today is a day to celebrate the resurrection of the Messiah. To all of us, no matter our beliefs, it is a day to reflect on what Easter really means. It is the rebirth of man, so to speak. Fallen from grace, God sent His son to the world… Continue reading Happy Easter!
An osprey goes through the motions looking for a meal.
Being in the right place, at the right time, with the right subject, with the wind blowing in your face. Three out of four is okay, but sometimes you need all four things to get the shot you want. Still, good practice on taking pictures of an eagle diving for its meal.
I don’t really get Igor, but there is no question that he is a genius. I can say the same about Rothko. Though in small doses, both can be inspiring. With the weather getting warmer and the clock moving forward, it is that time of year (almost). The shovelers seem to have gotten the message.… Continue reading A Little Stravinsky (figuratively and a little NFSW)
The wood duck is not normally in this tree stump at Huntley Meadows. Then again, it must be interested in what the geese were doing. Curiosity is a wondrous thing. And not limited to humans.
I was at church last night and I saw a young couple in front of my wife and I. Has it been that long since the lithe figures in front of me was something readily seen by looking at a mirror? Nostalgia, a remembrance of half forgotten days that seem more whole than the stored… Continue reading Vinyl Memories
We look at the world and often times only seek out the beautiful. We are the poorer for it. When we only value that which pleases the senses, we miss out on so much of what the world has to offer. We look at the empty trees reflected on the water and think nothing of… Continue reading The Beauty of the Ignored