This is a photo that I combined from two pictures I photographed . The first photo is a picture of the American Goldfinch, the sencond is a close up of a Hibiscus. I chose this picture for the daily prompt: clarity.
It shows the Goldfinch singing into the hollow of the hibiscus. The funnel of the Hibiscus appears to enhance its clarity. It reminds me of the old time RCA victrola where a dog named Nipper sits along side the record player listening to the clarity of the music.
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I know those footsteps by the impression it makes as you lead the way. I feel and hear you breathe. Your breath is like a feathery touch as it blows gently against my skin. The slow back and forth sway of thin branches creak with each inhale and exhale of your breath. A beam of white light spreads above the darkness on the horizon. Patches of light fog filters the white glow. As the sun rises and the fog lifts, a bright, clear, new day begins. You are smiling and happy to see me.
I smell the sweetness of life flowing as you move about. The potpourri of pines, persimmons and the musty scent of rich soil permeates the area. The morning freshness is like a splash of water on my face.
The choir of birds sing their chorus of melodies of joy as their day begins. It is like angels singing praise and worship as you watch over your children. Thank you Lord for my life, it is a pleasure to serve you and follow your footsteps.
This post is in response to the daily prompt: Footsteps
Out on a limb or holding onto the twigs of a limb for dear life, this squirrel is some 40 feet above the ground. His only vision is to chew on the new budding twig of the Spring season.
Spread eagle or I should say spread squirrel clutches onto every branch within its reach. Even the fresh green twig he is chewing. After he finished, he did squirm for a way out. I think if it could cry out he’d say “Help me, Help me. I can’t let go or I will fall.
The below photo is his friend on another tree sits securely as it chews on a small pine cone. He looks at him and thinks no way will I risk my life. He’s on his own.
The strong will survive.
This Wood Thrush not only sings but dances; He wants to impress his mate who at this moment is flying away. It was fun to photograph this bird as it did its mating dance and call. He didn’t give up he flew after her.
After a scorching summer, today is a blessing. The heavy overcast clouded sky sprayed a light mist throughout the day. I stepped outside, and a chill hit me like you’d feel when you first jump in the water. As I walked to the river, I became more aware of my surroundings.
Squirrels noisily scampered over the fallen leaves to search out the fallen acorns. A crisp autumn day displayed its colors like an artist’s palette of reds, yellows oranges, and browns. Leaves of oak, maple, and elm laid among the musty rich soil of last year’s decaying leaves. The once vibrant green leaves still cling to the limbs, are now withered and spotted with age.
I inhaled deeply and smelled the smoke of burning cedar from the chimney of a nearby house. A fishy scent permeated the air as I came closer to the water. Like steam from a boiling teapot, cloudy vapors hovered on the waters’ surface. Drops of rain pelted the water like bait fish jumping in and out of the water.
In the distance, I heard fog horns bellow out their low blaring signal. Out from the waters cloudy vapor, I could see the silhouette of a crab boat. As it got closer, crab baskets stacked 4 high seem to overflow the boat’s tiny deck. The boat cut a deep wake making its way to the pier to offload its daily catch of the day.
In these days of technology and fast paced time, we no longer take in the beauty of nature and hear the sounds of joy. Although the day was dismal and dreary, I found happiness and pleasure in capturing the various senses of my surroundings.
Below is a photo of a red-headed woodpecker. My goal is to photograph each species of woodpeckers within my community. I have four out of six.
This red-headed woodpecker was an unusual surprise. I am accustomed to seeing a woodpecker pecking the trunk of a tree in search of food. This woodpecker decided it is easier to swoop and fly for that parcel of food. He flew in, turned sideways picked up the bread and flew off. It was a touch and go maneuver.
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As with this photo of the osprey, it was a fleeting moment. At a blink of an eye, I would have missed this photo shot. In life, we do not know when that fleeting moment will come upon us.
Although we think we have time to prepare ourselves, do you know if your spirit will go into the heavenly bliss or into the fiery pit? When will that fleeting time knock on your life?
At the time I took this shot, I had no idea why I was photographing a typical park pigeon. But, when I brought it up on my computer I see what I didn’t see. When I truly looked at this bird, it is beautiful. The luminous green giving off a brilliant sheen, various shades of blue and grey, and the bright red eye outlined with a black ring. Even the markings create unique patterns and shapes on these stout body birds. As with life, I sometimes tend to skim the surface and not take the time to see the true colors.
Love is spiritual which comes from the heart that will manifest physically.
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What a great day to take some photos. On the pond, six turtles enjoyed the rays of the sun as they chilled out on a 3 square foot platform. A clumsy webbed foot Canadian Goose decided to join the turtles. The goose leaped onto the floating platform, springing the turtles on top of each other. Some turtles managed to cling to the platform while a few of them took a dive.
The big bird looked at the remaining turtles as if to say sorry about that and began to preen itself as if nothing really happened.
I apologize about the rear end shots, I had no choice to compose the characters. This was a shoot from the hip session. Hope you all enjoyed the pictures along with the story.