Some of these were posted on FaceBook by me so they may not be new but I ran across them last night and I liked them so, here they are again.  Winter is coming and I don't want to let go of the sun.

PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT

Everyone with a camera loves to catch that elusive one in a lifetime shot or the magnificent, unique occurrence that no one else can get.  But those opportunities are many times few and the camera must be leveled at the lesser subject matter.  This causes one to look at the environment differently - carefully for details of nature that blend, ebb and flow with each other to create the many natural portraits that we all pass by each day and remain oblivious to the beauty beneath our feet.  And, it keeps one in practice of not only looking but seeing.

THINGS UN-NOTICED

Just passing time here.  Looked through some recent as well as older photos and thought I'd just stick em up here until the rain stops.   Nothing new really.  Almost made a huge colleague but wasn't sure how to spell that word.  :)

CONVERSATION WITH A SANDHILL CRANE

CONVERSATION WITH A SANDHILL CRANE

I saw him standing there alone in the bog as I walked around the huge rotten tree stump that separated us. He was very tall and old too. His primary's were ruffled and some missing. He must have come a long way yet, he stood tall and straight; a proud representation of his species.

I said, "Old one, how do you fare today and why are you alone?"

He replied in a hoarse voice, "I've come here alone to think. I can not think when in the company of so many."

I asked, "what is it you are contemplating?"

And this is what he said:

I am confused where I fit in.

Are my kind not wanted anymore?

We're persecuted every turn,

Will we prevail if we endure?

What sacrifice do humans ask,

How many of us have to die,

To satisfy the urge to kill,

And rid us from the sky?

Are we so foul to look upon,

Repulsive in your sight?

We can not change our habits now,

And, we know not how to fight.

At your mercy, we remain,

Targets one and all.

We hope the urge to kill is short,

So few of us will fall.

We once were looked upon in awe,

Our wings across the sky.

Would warm the hearts of man and child

To see us soar on high.

Persecuted now we are;

On unholy soil, we stand.

What used to be our habitat

Will soon be bloody sand.

Sir, how many of us must you kill,

To satiate your lust?

How many must be sacrificed,

Til we regain your trust?

We cranes are but one link of chain,

That encircles life on earth.

I beg of you don't break that link

And falsify our birth.

Then he said; "What say you now, to that sir?"

I looked directly into his eyes and could not respond. With tears streaming down my cheek I lowered my head in shame. I felt the wind from his powerful wings fan across me as he disappeared into the sky. A miserable sense of loss came over me and I felt shame....

THE LAKE SHORE

 GREEN HERON

 BELOW:  GREAT BLUE HERON

 GREAT EGRET