Ducklings diving into the lake. The height they jumped looked about 10 times higher than they are. I think it would be like jumping off a ten-story building into a pool. They were so fun to watch.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Huddle
The hoard of ducks found this morning a bit chilly. All 20 ducklings are trying to get there bodies under mommy duck. Every once in awhile one of the ducklings would waddle around to find a snuggle spot. Way fun!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Favorite artist
I spent a lot of time at the Bellagio while I was in Las Vegas. My favorite artist is Dale Chihuly. His glass works take my breath away.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Human design
Monday, April 26, 2010
Guest Photographer
Unexpected
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Bouncing Baby
This hours old baby zebra, bounced across the pen about 10 feet from his momma, then be bopped back again.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Yucky Ducks
I spent the morning shooting pictures of the hoard of ducks. That yucky stuff all around the edge of the town lake is the stuff the baby ducks are eating. I always think they should clean the junk out of the lake but apparently I would be stealing the baby ducks food. Yucky ducks.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The Hoard
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Huey, Duey, and Louy
Many years ago there were 3 white cartoon ducks that always hung out together. I have dubbed these three Huey, Duey, and Louy after those ducks. These 3 are always together.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Death of a pool
After years of maintaining an unused pool we decided to kill it. Pumped all the water out onto a thirsty lawn that drank it all. The pool is now barren emptiness. I am not sorry to see it go. Once filled in I have visions of a place to grow a garden. Death of the pool will lead to the birth of a garden.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Up close
Blurp.....
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Just is...
Friday, April 9, 2010
Expected and Unexpected
The top duck does not show as well as it does in photoshop the spectacular detail of the texture of the feather. The second one I thought was a missed shot but realized I caught the moment of splash when the duck hit the water. I expected the first and the second was an unexpected pleasant surprise.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
RAW
This brawl started in the roadway and continued on the grass when a truck nearly ran them over. The 2 pictures are from the same RAW file. The bottom one I lightened the blacks so you could see them a little better. Unfortunately they had a better contrast before I uploaded the files. I need to learn to compensate for web colors. Third time looks more like I was hoping but lousy in Photoshop.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Lives his Dream
How many people have you met talk about living their dream? He plays the carillon at the Renaissance Fair every year. He has combined the rarest instrument with an orchestra of music in extraordinary performance. http://www.castinbronze.com/
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Back in time
Traveled back in time and found a photo from last year. This is a tree that I played in when I was a child. It reminds me every time I see it that what happens to you changes you, but you define what you are. This awesome climbing tree turned out the way it did because me and a bunch of other kids sat it when it was young and split the trunk. Now kids love climbing in this kid friendly tree.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Determination
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Palms of My Hand
Saturday, April 3, 2010
His Hands
http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/kenneth_cope/his_hands-lyrics-1240274.html
his hands
tools of creation
stronger than nations
power without end
and yet through them we find our truest friend
his hands
sermons of kindness
healing men's blindness
halting years of pain
children waiting to be held again
his hands would serve his whole life though
showing man what hands might do
giving, ever giving, endlessly
each day was filled with selflessness
and i'll not rest until i make up my hands what they could be
'til these hands become like those from galilee
his hands
lifting a leper
warming a beggar
calling back the dead
breaking bread, five thousand fed
his hands
hushing contention
pointing to heaven
ever free of sin
then bidding man to follow him
his hands would serve his whole life though
showing man what hands might do
giving, ever giving, endlessly
each day was filled with selflessness
and i'll not rest until i make up my hands what they could be
'til these hands become like those from galilee
his hands
clasped in agony
as he he lay pleading, bleeding in the garden
while just moments away
other hands betray him
out of greed, shameful greed
and then his hands
are trembling
straining to carry the beam that they've been led to
as he stumbles through the streets
heading towards the hill on which he died
he would die
they take his hands, his mighty hands, those gentle hands
and then they pierce them, they pierce them
he lets them, because of love
from birth to death was selflessness
and clearly now i see him with his hands
calling to me
and though i'm not yet as i would be
he has shown me how i could be
i will make my hands like those from galilee
Friday, April 2, 2010
Comparison
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Creepy Crawlies
Yesterdays hike had me encountering several creepy crawlies. The big fellow munching the flower totally ignored me while I shot several pictures. The spiders were on the move in the early morning hours which made taking their picture very difficult. In the low lighting, their legs get blurred. The most impressive of the bunch is the little inch worm valiantly crawling up the Squaw Peak summit path. Total dedication to go 1.2 miles, one inch at a time.
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