I swoop and dive into the river James.
Out from the shallow water’s a fish I retain.
My young juveniles with open beaks awaits me.
I nourish them with fish I caught by the talons of my feet.
Pictured taken from a Sony A77II, Sony lens 70–400mm,
1/1250 sec., at f5.6, ISO 400, 360mm
A family stroll through Duke of Gloucester Street in Williamsburg, VA.
Focusing on the Lady in Blue, this candid photograph was shot through an opening in the woodpile.
An early morning walk on Duke of Gloucester Street in Williamsburg, VA is a refreshing treat for both mind and body. This particular morning was cool and chilly. Smell of smoke from nearby chimneys permeated the air with the smell of the season. This particular time of day a warm glow flowed from window of this home that gave me a cozy and comfortable feeling.
This is a story about three British brothers of His majesty’s navy named Boney, Bones and Boner. Several hundred years ago they were chained and shackled in an underground dungeon in the very pits of the Capitol of Williamsburg. They were accused of witchery. Instead of death by fire, they were to rot to death. At the time of their sentence, an old haggard woman with a long chin, warts on her nose and hair like straw placed a curse on them. The curse was for them to live forever without skin, mind, heart and spirit. It is year 2016. The Skeleton brothers have resurrected from the pits of the underground.
Boner stands with telescope in hand over-looking the area as Bones lowers Boney to the ground. Boney hollers to Bones “Don’t let go of that rope or my bones will break.”
Once on the ground their bones rattled as they ran to the fence. Swiftly they climbed over the gate. Boner yells, “We are free at last.”
The three of them stopped for a break. Bones says,” my joints ache, it must be arthritis.” “It is old age, here eat an apple” said Boney.
Boner points to a stage coach. “Let’s try to get a ride to Yorktown, maybe we can find our old sailing vessel.”
Buds are bursting and spring has sprung.
The glum winters’ end has come.
Spring winds blow to welcome a generation of new.
Chirrup! Chirrup! I chirp this song for you..
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This photo is created from two of my pictures. I felt the photos by their selves did not jump out. They were the typical bird and flower pictures. I wanted a picture that shows a story. This photo of a big hibiscus flower and a little yellow bird showed me a beautiful red bird- house with a yellow perch. The tiny warbler with its open mouth appears to call into the flower.