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Face in a Tree

Face in a Tree

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…

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A bird takes a fish to the nest

A bird takes a fish to the nest

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…

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Flight lesson for the next generation

Flight lesson for the next generation

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…

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Stroll down memory lane

Stroll down memory lane

Stroll down memory lane

Back in the late 50’s a dance craze called the stroll which added a new style of dance for the teenagers.  The name of the song is The Stroll, written by Clyde Otis and Nancy Lee.

The stroll was somewhat like today’s line dance.  In the dance, two lines of dancers, men on one side women on the other face each other, moving in place with the music. Each pair of the couples…

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COFFEE

Remember when you said “I’d never forgive that person”. Then you’d sit there with a hot coffee, you’re steaming over the incident. With unsteady hands you grip the cup and lift it to your lips cautiously sipping the bitter taste. The smell of the coffee permeates the room as your mind replays the issue. As you gently set the cup to the table, you begin to take control.

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Hugh's Weekly Challenge: Hats

Hugh’s Weekly Challenge: Hats

Bonnets of straw were commonly worn outdoors by English women of all social ranks throughout the 18th century. Often decorated with artificial flowers and ribbons, these hats were worn on top of the ever-present white cap and were considered appropriate for all seasons of the year.

Below is the ever-present white cap worn as the everyday head cover during the 18th century in Colonial…

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Daily Post; Abandoned

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Daily Prompt Stairway; Man, Nature, Life

Daily Prompt Stairway; Man, Nature, Life

Stairway

Man made stairways go up, down, and around and in the end they crumble down.

Natures staiways are mountains and valleys formed from the ground and in the end they will still be around.

Lifes’ stairways are filled with ups, downs, mountains, valleys, and at life’s end none will be around.

Stairway

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Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Admiration

Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Admiration

I have a great admiration for nature as expressed below with the common house sparrow.

This House Sparrow preferred to nest in a natural site such as this hole within the dead tree in lieu of a  manmade structure such as eaves or walls of buildings, street lights, and nest boxes.  The tree is rooted on a sandy beach with tidal salt water.  Although the sparrows are not fish eaters, they find…

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The Fish Hawk's Catch

The Fish Hawk’s Catch

About seventy yards above the waters’ surface this osprey hovers like a helicopter, its yellow eyes focused on its prey.

With a sudden-feet first plunge its talons open like claws.  The bird of prey hooks its catch and off it flies with his fish. 

The osprey is a hawk known as a fish hawk.  Its primary food is fish but will search nearby fields and swamps for rodents, snakes and other reptiles…

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Daily Prompt: Earth

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Undying Love for Life

Undying Love for Life

It is great to know you are alive.  I can feel your breath 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 the thin branches creak with each inhale and exhale of your breath.

Your eyes open slowly.  A beam of white light spreads above the darkness on the horizon.  Patches of light fog filters the white glow.  As the…

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April: Macros in the Garden

April: Macros in the Garden

  Hope you enjoy, this is my contribution for April.

Cone flower with a fly

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Signs for a disaster? Are we over-crowded with signs? It amazes me how drivers can drive safe with all the distraction of signs.  

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Carolina Wren: Bird

The first week of Spring the air is crisp and cool with a nip of early morning frost.  Buds erupt with yellowish green shoots, the ground opens to show spikes of green leaves, the birds shrill chirps and tweets bring life from the still quiet of the night.

With my camera and tripod, I follow a deer path that leads me to a sunlit patch to photograph my little piece of paradise.  I hear the song of…

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Daily Prompt: Newspaper

What will make the American newspaper survive the fast pace of technology?

Breaking news is instantly at our fingertips. Seconds later an updated version is splashed across the screen. We no longer need to wait for the delivery of the morning newspaper to our front door, by then it is ancient history.

Many readers still like the thin long, wide, crisp paper to hold.  To read a column you have…

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Daily Prompt: Green

I finally made it to the top of the summit.  It took me a few minutes to catch my breath.  Eagles soared beneath the Cerulean Blue sky.  The yellow rays from the afternoon sun made the meadows below turn into an emerald green grassy field.  That luscious green backdrop made a setting for an array of reddish flowers sprinkled throughout the country side.  Looking to the other side of the summit…