It has been a personal quest of mine to capture some of the birds of prey in my area. You know, like an eagle, or a turkey vulture, or a hawk. It never ceases to amaze me how oblivious these animals seem to be. They can be sitting on the side of the road, watching dozens of cars drive by, but the moment you turn around and try to photograph them, they fly away.
Regardless, I love these photo quests I go on. My daughter usually passes out in the car gently falls asleep, giving mommy some much needed alone time. And if she doesn’t, it gives us a chance to go out and explore our surroundings. Whether it is…
the geese gathering in the fields, the black birds swarming around us like schools of fish, or collecting rocks on the side of the road (her favorite).
Our time, on Sunday, was not in complete vain. I was completely taken by surprise when this Great Blue Heron decided to land twenty feet in front of my car. I fumbled with my lens, almost landed in the ditch, and got a few fuzzy shots of him flying away. Luckily, he didn’t fly very far. And so I crept, very slowly, to get this:
Not the prey animal I had in mind, but definitely a very satisfying experience nonetheless.
It has just been one of those weeks. I am feeling a little like the flies that are crawling out of the crevices of my house – slow, sluggish and dim-witted. My brain is covered in a dense fog that I can’t seem to shake. As such, I have been trying to sleep it off and relax a little bit more. I didn’t get a chance to post these pictures last week for The Weekly Photo Challenge: Seasons, but I will do so now, just so I can share with you an obsession of mine.
It all began with a drive.It appeared as though the land was dusted with diamonds, the way the hoar frost had created ice pellets that glittered in the snow. When we arrived at our destination I took these two pictures:
pretty, isn`t it?
too much white on white, but I was hooked from this moment on
Perhaps this is just something that I took for granted – this accumulation of condensation on the trees in the winter time. Sometimes, I think, that without my camera lens, I wouldn’t be so inclined to investigate things a little more closely.
Sometimes it grows thick and solid
Sometimes, thick and fuzzy
Sometimes like sharp pokey spikes
And sometimes it grows in the middle of nowhere…
Like on this horse hair that was attached to a shed
Or on this piece of straw
Whatever the case, I am happy to have this hobby, as it always brings to light some of the intricate beauty that is around me.
Happy Sunday everyone. Enjoy the rest of the weekend.:)
Normally I am not a stat checker, but since those little monkeys were so hard at work, I thought I should take a peek and share a few things with you.
Top post: Be Careful The only reason I am mentioning this is because there has been a cow (moose) and a calf spotted around our place (about a 1.5 miles in all directions). We are all wondering, and hoping, that it is the same one.
Second in line was The Deer Out Here. The compliments I received were humbling. More importantly, I was astonished to see how such a simple picture could evoke such warm feelings of nostalgia in my viewers. Thank you all for sharing them with me. Of course I cannot let this post go without recognizing the sweet conversation I had with Belinda that day. It led to her witty and very clever comment : “Say… no dear.. There is no deer!” It was the first time in this blogging journey that I was able to shove my phone into my hubby’s face and exclaim “Burn! From Australia!” I scored a point for myself on the invisible board in the air and danced around like a mad woman. Needless to say, the moment was absolutely priceless and one that I will treasure for some time. And don’t worry, hubby has a good sense of humour, so he was laughing too.
My favorite post: Shades of Gray. I must have taken close to 300 pictures that week, trying to find the perfect monochrome picture. In reality, I didn’t have to travel farther than my backyard to snap that photo. The feathers you see there are from my own, home grown flock.
You may think, after seeing this picture, that this is a form of animal cruelty. It is -12 C here. I assure you that they have an insulated shed to live in, outfitted with a very warm heat lamp. There are piles of straw around the yard. But they hate to be confined. Why they insist on laying on top of the snow is a mystery to me.
So here I am, six months into this gig and still loving it. My interest/ eagerness to invest into this blog can really only be contributed to all of you. I love reading your posts. I love the insights into your lives, the stories you have written, the things I have learned; the recipes I have tried and the music you have introduced me to. All of it.
Sincerely, thank you all for being so damn interesting that I have trouble putting down my phone. 🙂