The Great Blue Heron’s Catch

Like most takers of fish, the Great Blue Heron waits for long periods of time for a fish to get close.  When the fish is within striking distance and with lighting speed the Great Blue Herons’ beak jabs into the water in an attempt to clamp onto the fish.  Here you see the Great Blue Heron attempting to swallow the fish whole.  In the other picture the same Heron turned, now you see blood from the stab wound of the Herons’ beak.


Camera used is a Sony A77II, Sony lens 70-400mm, ISO 800, 230MM, f7.1, AT 1/800 Sec. Location Lions Bridge, Newport News, VA 4/21/17.

Time in History

This photo was taken in late August 2015 inside the living quarters at the Great Hope Plantation located in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia.  The period of time in history was around the late 1700’s.

I heard that Great Hope Plantation will no longer have interpreters but will be a self guided tour with signage only.

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Ice Skating

With colder temperature and frost on the window, Colonial Williamsburg, VA has joined in the winter fest.  Cradled between merchant square and the historic Colonial section on Duke of Gloucester street is an outdoor skating rink.  A place for the young at heart. 

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Winter

Snow does not stop her from hanging out laundry.  The smell of fresh wintry clothes and sheets overpowers the snow and cold.  Although house dryers are today’s means of drying clothes, it still feels good to go back in time.

This is the day of the snow.

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This is the second day after the snow.

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It’s Not This Time of Year Without…

Love, peace and an understanding of gentleness

Oh to be welcomed amongst a flock of birds and see the excitement of these pigeons. Their wings open like outstretched arms flapping like hands clapping with enthusiasm. It was a pleasure to photograph these exhilarating creatures.

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Hope you enjoy the photo and the written humor!

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A dogs’ disappointment

A warm breeze flowed through the patio of the local book store.  A pleasant day to relax and watch the array of people walk and jog through the street.  Visitors to the area wore a lanyard that displayed a pass that allowed them entry into some of the restored colonial homes.

College students dressed in their causal wear of flip flops, shorts, tee shirts and tank tops scurry to class with backpacks flapping against their backs.

The locals walked or sat on the benches, sometime they’d sit with their dogs and chat with the people passing by.  Before I shot this picture the dog laid on the ground peacefully at his master’s feet.  This young pretty jogger came near and the dog quickly sat up.  Its eyes locked on the runner, ears perked, tongue hung out, and a grin on his face. If he could speak, he’d probably say, “please! please! let me run with you I can keep up”.

What a disappointment for the dog when she jogged by without notice.  His head drooped and he slowly dropped to the ground with his head on his legs, eyelids half closed.     Street Photo-7.jpg
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Clock of Time

 

 Our Life time is often wasted in haste and waste.

God’s time is not fast or slow; it continues with a steady pace.

 

Tick tock, tick tock is the rhythm of the clock.

A humans’ time is without a lock.

 

For some, time is short, and for others time is long.

How long is it to the end of the song?

 

Humans will rush time or try to hold back time.

But in the end, God’s time will continue to hold its chime.

 

Tick tock, tick tock is the rhythm of the clock.

 

By Richard Smith

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A sonnet poem

Once a month at a local coffee shop, they open their doors to a poetry open mic session.  The prompt for July is write a poem of our favorite letter of the alphabet. This is my first attempt at an open mic for poetry.  Before I read my poem I thought I’d put it out in the blog-a-fear for comments and likes.  Here is my sonnet.

I am a letter, not just any letter

I am special, consonants and vowels I lead

Alphabet of twenty six is my need

Alone, I help the sentence sound better.

 

My friends b through z have personal names

Such as bravo, charley, delta, and more

It’s a gender thing, mighty to adore

Masculine names clarify, so they claim

 

I trust by now you know your a b c’s

It is easy to know, who leads the pack

All my clues leave you the best to believe

Take a guess or do you need to go back

I am destine to triumph and succeed

I am A, the ah, ey of the sound track

 

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Criticism is accepted
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Signs for a disaster?

Are we over-crowded with signs?

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It amazes me how drivers can drive safe with all the distraction of signs.   Within a 3 mile stretch of road my view is a colorful collage of objects.  Signs that want us to stop, yield, pedestrian crossing, deer crossing, children at play plus many more safety and precaution signs.  Don’t misunderstand me, I realize we need safety guidance.   Then there are the neon and bill-board signs that spell out the daily specials, storefront names, etc. These signs seem to intermingle with the safety and precaution signs.  Now we have the eye sore signs that pop-up like weeds along the side of the road to indicate who to vote for during an election period.  My eyes are weaving in and out of the signs like a drunk driver.

 I can’t forget the speed limit signs and traffic lights that I may overlook as I read the signs.

Keep safe and don’t text while driving, we have enough to read while driving.

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