A journey through some of the O3 collection.
“All my life I have tried to learn as the chickadee learns, by listening—profiting by the mistakes of others, that I might help my people . . .”
Chief Plenty Coups, last hereditary chief of the Crow Indian Nation
Because of Khalima and other friends like her, I’ve been able to travel the world with out leaving town. A treasure indeed!
p.s. If you click on the “K” you can find where to support.
Not actually Mrs. Fearnow’s Brunswick Stew, but close. We had come home for lunch Thursday and I encountered a Red Tailed Hawk with lunch also. First shot into the light, second behind, then its mate soaring around agitated, uncertain if they share???
“The Red-tailed Hawk has a thrilling, raspy scream that sounds exactly like a raptor should sound. At least, that’s what Hollywood directors seem to think. Whenever a hawk or eagle appears onscreen, no matter what species, the shrill cry on the soundtrack is almost always a Red-tailed Hawk.”
A fond memory of my mom was when we moved into our home many years ago she inquired “you’re not moving next door to the bird man are you?” Of course we were! He’s long gone but in the day had a bay window of trophy’s from racing pigeons that we had the pleasure to be witness. It’s funny that now I’m the current bird man with the exception all my little friends are wild.
“Give food to the birds, you will then be surrounded by the wings of love, you will be encompassed by the joys of little silent hearts!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan
My main concern hasn’t been to photograph as of late but a trip across the river to obtain some VOGELZANG firebricks for our wood stove led me on a mid day walk out onto the nickel bridge with my on going testing of the P300.
This is a pano made in the camera (p300) which I’m not so fond of quality wise.
O3 Book Club (chuckle) pick for the year! I was surprised an old friend (Phd History) had purchased this book a couple of days before the NY Times review at my insistence that it would be brilliant! He had started the new Rockefeller book that he mentioned he wish he had waited because of the scathing review. There were parts he was interested in regardless.
All I’ll be thinking about is staying warm til Ground Hogs Day. This Jeremiah Johnston lifestyle is getting tiresome!
“The polar vortex is a large pocket of very cold air, typically the coldest air in the Northern Hemisphere, which sits over the polar region,” stated AccuWeather.com Senior Meteorologist Alex Sosnowski.
“Occasionally, this pocket of very cold air can get dislodged farther south than normal, leading to cold outbreaks in Canada and the U.S.”
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn’t show.
First time in two decades I’ve documented our maple turning color for fall. Morning, then afternoon after a cord of wood has arrived.
Bientôt nous plongerons dans les froides ténèbres;
Adieu, vive clarté de nos étés trop courts!
Soon we will plunge into the cold darkness;
Farewell, vivid brightness of our too-short summers!
“Chant d’Automne” [Song of Autumn]
Wish I had taken better care of our Italian Cypress’s that I got at Walmart of all places twenty years ago.
Photos below from next day while working through a stiff lower back.
Spruce cones from a spruce tree (live xmas tree years back) we have out back that is only suppose to grow in mountains.
In less then a week I found myself at two non-public sites that were hope inspiring. Not at liberty to disclose either but refreshing that there are still treasures among us that haven’t been touched by the urban sprawl or clear cut for Walmart.
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
Big Birthday week for my wife and other friends.