After a scorching summer, today is a blessing. The heavy over-cast 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 off load 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.
Wind is a movement of air we don’t see. We see and feel the effects of wind. We feel wind push the air against our skin or see objects move as wind pushes air against an object. In this photo I wanted to capture movement. The wind moves the air and forces the blades of the wheel to turn.
Great Blue Heron
This is an amazing bird. The great blue heron walks ever so cautiously through the water. Each step is placed like it is walking on thin ice. Not a ripple is made as it makes its way through the water. Near the edge of the water a fallen tree lies, the branches hang out over the water. With the help of the bird’s massive wings, the heron leaps onto a branch. When its wings are spread out, this giant of a bird appears like a pre historic bird. Now, on the limb, it stands motionless like a bluish, grey statue. The great blue is a territorial bird. Always aware of its surrounding, his head with its long sword like beak turns ever so slowly. It appears to be a passive bird. But, if something should invade its territory it will let out a horrific screech of a sound; with its large flapping wings and the sword like beak charging after you is enough to make the invader seek another place. Most of the time he is a very slow moving bird, except when he is catching a fish. When he spots the fish, he dives into the water like a bolt of lighting and with a great splash comes out of the water with its catch.
Photo by: Richard Smith
For me this is a rare photo capture to see an owl drinking water. As well as it blended in with the surrounding area, I almost missed this shot. I only found it by luck.
The barred owl is a large typical owl native to North America. Best known as the hoot owl for its distinctive call.
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A summer Poem
Children blow on my puff ball crown
and watch my feathery seed
float gently to the ground.
Proudly I wear my yellow hat
for all to see
as I mingle amongst a field of green.
and curse my domain
as I sit amidst a lawn so trained.
I am an herb, a plant , a weed,
I am the trinity
that will flourish for infinity.
By Richard Smith
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A massive brick entrance is the keystone for this three story black mirror glass front. The reflections from the windows show an eerie look of twisted, bent and curved architectural structure and street lights in a grotesque position. The real true curves are in the trees that nature naturally displays.
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My wife and I were dog sitting. Our friend, in the military, got orders for a six-month deployment and we promised to watch Sebastian. Sebastian is a six-year-old lhasa apso.
One morning my wife left Sebastian out in the yard to do his morning routine. After 5 minutes, she opened the door and called for Sebastian. No Sebastian, my wife was worried, thoughts came to her mind; how will I explain this to Sebastian’s master that he had run away. She clapped her hands and kept calling his name. Finally, his little white hair body appeared from the neighbors yard, his tail tucked between his legs and his little pug face bowed to the ground.
With one hand on her hip and the other hand pointing a finger at him. My wife cried out to Sebastian “You better get in this house. Just what have got to say for yourself”? Sebastian slowly lifted up his head, his big round black eyes looked at my wife. At that point, she knew what Sebastian would say:
I am sorry about this morning. I know you were very worried and upset. I don’t know what happened to me. The morning was clear and crisp. I was so focused on the birds singing it just put me in a playful mood. The air was finally fit to breathe. I could smell things from a greater distance. There was this scent filtering through the air that lifted me right off my feet. I could feel myself being carried off to a far away place. I know you know that feeling. I have seen you focus on a TV show or read a book. You don’t hear anything around you. That was how it was with me. Then I heard hands clapping and my name being called. I looked around. I was really scared nothing looked familiar. I knew your voice. I ran towards the sound then it stopped. I didn’t know which way to turn. I was so scared I pee’d on some pretty flowers. Finally, I smelled something familiar and I followed the scent and it led me home. I was so excited when I saw you, but I knew the tone in your voice I was in a lot of trouble. I hope you will forgive me. I know I will be punished and I deserve it. Thank you for your love for me.
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Have you walked alone through the woods in the early dawn? Birds chirping and squirrels skittering over the fallen leaves. A light cloudy fog raises from the heat of nature’s compost.
Suddenly, everything is quiet. The hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. You quickly look right and left just knowing someone is watching. The pace quickens, the heart beats faster.
I am not a believer in re-incarnation. I took a few photos of what appears like a face protruding from tree trunks. I wonder if these faces are of people that died and were given another life within a tree. When you walk through the woods, you never know what watches over you.
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I go to the river camera in hand, to photograph the ospreys. I search for the hawks but none seen. About two hours later six ospreys come to their favorite fishing hole. Now the survival of the fittest begins.
After taking some photos a thought came to mind. Do ospreys have a vision that reveal where and when it finds the fish? With its hypnotic trance-like yellow eyes it focuses with the intensity of a laser beam.
The innocent fish below swims in search of edible aquatic life. The osprey from above the waters surface plunges to the water feet first. Its’ talons hit the fish like a bolt of lightning.
Very few fish survive the bear like grasp of the osprey’s piercing talons. With wings powerful enough to knock a dog off its feet the osprey lifts its catch out of the water taking it to the nest to feed the family. The survivors are fish who swim deep enough to keep away from its flying predators.
I tried to imagine the fright of this young juvenile sparrow. Its home is about 30 feet above the ground.
To me, that is like looking down from an eight story building. In this photo the parent shows the little one how easy it is to fly. I hear the parent chirping, coaxing it to jump. If that baby sparrow could talk, it may ask why couldn’t you build a nest on the ground. After more persistence the parent nudged the little one out. Its maiden flight began. I guess this is like sink or swim; but in this case it is fly or fall.
These are a few of the better photos I took for this series.
While shooting this, I thought about life and what I read in the Bible. If God is concerned about the tiny sparrow, how much greater must His concern be for man, who is immeasurably greater in value than the sparrow!
Then why do we worry? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet my Father feeds them. I know I am much more valuable than they are.