Three Magnolias in the rain.
Trees at dawn.
Dogwood blossoms.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands
Willows in the rain.
Three Magnolias in the rain.
Trees at dawn.
Dogwood blossoms.
Three Magnolias in the rain.
Trees at dawn.
Dogwood blossoms.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
From Deadly to Gentle
This Copperhead snake was more interested in the warmth of the pavement under yesterday's sun than in me.
This swan, equally, seemed to enjoy the warmth of the sun.
This swan, equally, seemed to enjoy the warmth of the sun.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Struttin' His Stuff
A wild turkey was strutting his stuff in front of a few hens. He got my attention, too!
This view shows off his side/bottom feathers nicely.
Love the blue face and long beard!
A passing car distracted him.... but not for long; a moment later he resumed his full strut.
This view shows off his side/bottom feathers nicely.
Love the blue face and long beard!
A passing car distracted him.... but not for long; a moment later he resumed his full strut.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Facing the Moon, Facing the Sun
It was one of those days that I wished I didn't have to go to work, and instead linger over the sights I saw on my drive in this morning.
It was a frosty-cold morning and the big, fat moon lit my way. It shone so brightly, it silhouetted a group of trees way up high on a hill, just as the sun would, contrasting a small portion of the scene on the hill with surrounding darkness.
Continuing several miles further on my route and keeping my eye the moon the whole time, I noticed at one point, the colorful swirling smoke near the moon, left behind from a passing airplane. It introduced a whole different element to this scene where I now stopped, and the sky was now just beginning to brighten.
Moonlight cast a blue glow on the river. I shot this from the seat of my car.
Heading upstream, I now faced the direction of the rising sun. Mist was rising off the water, creating this enchanting scene.
I went into work with a feeling like I've lived a whole life in just one hour, and I'm still feeling the high.
It was a frosty-cold morning and the big, fat moon lit my way. It shone so brightly, it silhouetted a group of trees way up high on a hill, just as the sun would, contrasting a small portion of the scene on the hill with surrounding darkness.
Continuing several miles further on my route and keeping my eye the moon the whole time, I noticed at one point, the colorful swirling smoke near the moon, left behind from a passing airplane. It introduced a whole different element to this scene where I now stopped, and the sky was now just beginning to brighten.
Moonlight cast a blue glow on the river. I shot this from the seat of my car.
Heading upstream, I now faced the direction of the rising sun. Mist was rising off the water, creating this enchanting scene.
I went into work with a feeling like I've lived a whole life in just one hour, and I'm still feeling the high.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Heron, Osprey, Perch
Something about this heron made me think, with an intuitive, first impression, that it has the soul of an old man.
This osprey flew over the lake the other night while we fished and photographed.
Perhaps it, too, was after the same fish??!!
We release. We share. We're in it for the sport.
This osprey flew over the lake the other night while we fished and photographed.
Perhaps it, too, was after the same fish??!!
We release. We share. We're in it for the sport.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
It Was Opening Day and I Caught A Lot!!
Today was the opening day of the 2011 trout season, and I caught a lot!! (of images depicting a day on the river.)
The official start time was 8:00 a.m. and fishermen had already claimed their spots well before then, on a very welcoming piece of property. A big campfire had been burning for some time alongside the river as a gathering spot for those anglers who choose to stop by and rest a while for warm camaradarie in a peaceful setting. Firecrackers signaled the appointed time and fog draped over the river as the first casts were drawn.
I find it awesome that this sport is shared by many generations, such as this father and his sons.
As well as with this seasoned gentleman who aptly made his way from walking in the sunlight to wading in a shady spot in the river.
One of the things I enjoyed about today were the stories some of the fishermen shared with me about their experiences on the river, like how this one man I met today caught the biggest fish of his life--a 25" rainbow trout--with the first cast taken just after he and his friend (the owner of this property) saved the life of an elderly fisherman who was drowning in the river last year. "A gift from God", as he put it.
Many folks, like these two guys, enjoy taking a break to catch up with friends and 'regulars' to this fishing spot.
...or to sit by the fire to tie on a fly or lure.... a fire which later boasted delicious grilled venison steaks.
It doesn't matter to fishermen if they actually catch fish or not; the many qualitive benefits of spending time on the river is what does the soul good, as any fisherman attests to. Several of them mentioned it to me today.
This guy did catch some. He had a few trout hanging on a chain under the water, that I happened to catch him pull up for a moment.
This lady hadn't been that lucky yet. But she did have the thrill, she told me, of seeing a woodpecker pecking the tree that I was standing against, just two minutes before I got there.
Bait and tackle.
A stood for some time and watched this fly fisherman skillfully casting his line.
My husband caught several trout--saving two of them that I gladly cooked for our lunch!
We returned to the same river after our lunch, only this time around 12 miles away from our morning spot.
Lots of waterfowl greeted us when we arrived, before flying off and leaving us to do our thing.
My husband caught and released several more fish this afternoon in this new spot.
His spinning reel in action.
This final image is of turtles sunning themselves on the bank of a pond we passed on our way home. This was just one small part of about at least 60 turtles that we saw! They were everywhere! A perfect ending to a perfect day.
The official start time was 8:00 a.m. and fishermen had already claimed their spots well before then, on a very welcoming piece of property. A big campfire had been burning for some time alongside the river as a gathering spot for those anglers who choose to stop by and rest a while for warm camaradarie in a peaceful setting. Firecrackers signaled the appointed time and fog draped over the river as the first casts were drawn.
I find it awesome that this sport is shared by many generations, such as this father and his sons.
As well as with this seasoned gentleman who aptly made his way from walking in the sunlight to wading in a shady spot in the river.
One of the things I enjoyed about today were the stories some of the fishermen shared with me about their experiences on the river, like how this one man I met today caught the biggest fish of his life--a 25" rainbow trout--with the first cast taken just after he and his friend (the owner of this property) saved the life of an elderly fisherman who was drowning in the river last year. "A gift from God", as he put it.
Many folks, like these two guys, enjoy taking a break to catch up with friends and 'regulars' to this fishing spot.
...or to sit by the fire to tie on a fly or lure.... a fire which later boasted delicious grilled venison steaks.
It doesn't matter to fishermen if they actually catch fish or not; the many qualitive benefits of spending time on the river is what does the soul good, as any fisherman attests to. Several of them mentioned it to me today.
This guy did catch some. He had a few trout hanging on a chain under the water, that I happened to catch him pull up for a moment.
This lady hadn't been that lucky yet. But she did have the thrill, she told me, of seeing a woodpecker pecking the tree that I was standing against, just two minutes before I got there.
Bait and tackle.
A stood for some time and watched this fly fisherman skillfully casting his line.
My husband caught several trout--saving two of them that I gladly cooked for our lunch!
We returned to the same river after our lunch, only this time around 12 miles away from our morning spot.
Lots of waterfowl greeted us when we arrived, before flying off and leaving us to do our thing.
My husband caught and released several more fish this afternoon in this new spot.
His spinning reel in action.
This final image is of turtles sunning themselves on the bank of a pond we passed on our way home. This was just one small part of about at least 60 turtles that we saw! They were everywhere! A perfect ending to a perfect day.
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