Let Me Compose Myself
This vain Great Blue Heron had to fluff his feathers before posing. We were both thrilled. (For the Bird of the week challenge)
Read MoreGrowing with gratitude for life's challenges
This vain Great Blue Heron had to fluff his feathers before posing. We were both thrilled. (For the Bird of the week challenge)
Read MoreI’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 […]
Read MoreThis week Lens-Artists challenge us to tell a story through photography. These brought back memories of motherhood.
Read MoreLast on the Card – camera and Iphone – for Bushboy’s challenge.
Read MoreI 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
Read More“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
Read More“Mom, we need photo with you!” This from my emotionally adopted Ukrainian daughter. Her words strike a chord. While I love to be behind the camera lens, I detest having my picture taken. This is unfair to my children, I recently realized. When I’m gone, they’ll have nothing to remember me by. Another Ukrainian family […]
Read MoreAlthough my body is healing, my heart is aching still. The requests for help from Ukraine keep pouring in, and the response on our end is drying up. Three families arrive in the next month, and one is already here, with nowhere to go. Three more have reached out. I have no answers. Just ache. […]
Read MoreGolden eagles migrate through here in October/ November. Spotting them is rare, but when I turned the corner and came upon this scene, I knew this bird was not a local. Sorry about the quality. I daren’t roll down the window for fear he would flee, which he did when another car came by.
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