Let Me Compose Myself

September 17, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

This vain Great Blue Heron had to fluff his feathers before posing. We were both thrilled. (For the Bird of the week challenge)

Almost Overlooked

July 31, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Lens-Artists Photo challenge theme this week is overlooked. These two scenes deserved a second look.

Killdeer Couple

July 21, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I’ve always loved the killdeer for their acting skills. To lure predators from the nest, the killdeer will pretend to have a broken wing and loudly exclaim in its two syllable cry: kill deer! We had a black lab once who claimed a killdeer as her best friend. The bird would cry out and the […]

Tender Stories of Motherhood

June 26, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

This week Lens-Artists challenge us to tell a story through photography. These brought back memories of motherhood.

Goodby March

April 2, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Last on the Card – camera and Iphone – for Bushboy’s challenge.

Too Soon For Spring, So…

March 20, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Snow still prevails in our landscape, so I dug back into the archives to remind myself of what is coming. I’m ready! Thanks for the challenge Lens-artists, with the prompt of Spring.

Hawks

February 17, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Our multiple bird feeders provide viewing pleasure for us indoor voyeurs, and they attract a number of predators – also interesting, but perhaps not for the little ones. Apart from the hawks, we have recently spotted a fox wandering through. Haven’t been able to capture a photo yet.

Monochrome Shadows and Reflection

February 10, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I know I’ve posted it before, but this monochrome image of the river in Winter still inspires me: For Lens-Artisits Photo Challenge: Shadows and Reflections in Monochrome

Morning View

February 5, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

“How long will it snow, VJ?” our Ukrainian roomie asked the other day, while we were driving through a snow squall. “April”, I answered. She thought is was very funny. It’s not April yet. Weekend Sky