Enough of the birds (for at least one post).
With summer drawing to a close, these insects should be less troublesome while walking through Huntley Meadows. Of course, the birds will start their fall migration soon (some have already migrated).
It was a nice, cool (for August) mid Atlantic morning. The sun was above the horizon for a scant thirty minutes when I arrived at Huntley Meadows. It appeared that there was quite a few people interested in walking around the park, through the boardwalk, to breathe the fresh air from the wetlands (in the midst of suburban Alexandria, Virginia). I was surprised by the great number of photographers walking about. It is that rare day in August that offers abundant sunlight without the high temperatures of the Washington summer. And so it was that I came to the park, to once again look for warblers or kingfishers. As has become my custom, I got distracted. I did not mind the slight detour.
Light up the room with a smile. Or in this case, move the camera up and down, left and right, and look for a smile.
No, not “magic” mushrooms but mushrooms of different colors, sizes and even shapes. Below the forest canopy at Huntley Meadows, they thrive. At least at this time of the year.
The you realize seeing things in black and white is not necessarily a bad thing. Just ask Edward Weston.
Springtime Flowers. If you look really close, you get distracted by the abstract.
Taking a picture of a candle isn’t particularly exciting. To add a little zest to the standard lit candle image, I used a macro lens and a longer than one second exposure to capture the flame moving around. And since the picture was indoors, blowing on the candle ever so slightly introduced the requisite amount of motion to capture the dancing candle light.
As I was leaving Green Spring Gardens, I noticed a nicely backlit hedge of yellow flowers. After a few pictures of the flowers (from behind), I walked up the short incline to take a closer look at the flowers. Thin clouds close to the horizon diffused the light emanating from the afternoon sun. Still hints of directionality, but much less harsh. A good opportunity to take some flower close ups. In the midst of all the yellow, there were insects hovering about. Before I started taking pictures with my macro lens, I never really paid attention to the bees flying about. I was more concerend about that random bee sting not being so random. It turns out that bees, for the most part, are more intent on sipping nectar than aiming that stinger on an unsuspecting photographer. And, they are pretty good models to boot. Just don’t touch them.
I have to say it. Mellow yellow, with a twist.
A warm autumn day. A walk at Green Spring Gardens. Leaves, different in shape, color, state of decay. Still clinging, soon to fall. Why not take a look. Sometimes, very closely.
The most colorful time of the year is also the time of great changes. Birds migrate to warmer climes. Bears are busy foraging in preparation for their winter sleep. The squirrels store their treasures and in the process dig up the yards and gardens of the suburban (and urban) dweller. The leaves, once green and infused with chlorophyll, gain their yellow, red, orange, and brownish coloration. The trees too, will slumber. Soon, gravity will pull the dying leaves from their branches, leaving trees threadbare, wintering in place, waiting for the warm spring sun to begin the cycle anew. As the leaves fall to the ground, they will perform one last function in the cycle of life. Decay leaves to breakdown; what was of the earth becomes earthen once more. And from the earth, life will begin anew, rising in triumph, death vanquished.