Another evening
Another Island
On Lake Superior
Stunted trees growing
In a confined space
Another evening
Another Island
On Lake Superior
Stunted trees growing
In a confined space
Bob and I drove to Marysville, BC to photograph a small waterfalls. It is located on Mark Creek. It is just a short walk on a boardwalk path. Marysville Falls is a 30 meter waterfalls.
We did not spend much time here. The rain came, so I quickly captured the above scene.
Along the highway. It was a pleasure driving through some of the most beautiful scenery in British Columbia. That is the Rocky Mountains
A medium-sized hummingbird, the species measures about 10 cm (3.9 in) and weighs around 5 g (0.18 oz).[2]
The upper parts are metallic bronze green while the underparts cinnamon, paler on the chin and upper throat, the wings are dark. Bill is red with a black tip.
The cinnamon hummingbird (Amazilia rutila) is a species of hummingbird in the family Trochilidae. It is found from northwestern Mexico to Costa Rica. Its natural habitats are subtropical or tropical dry forest, subtropical or tropical moist lowland forest, subtropical or tropical dry shrubland, and heavily degraded former forest.
The info taken from Wikipedia
One day I had the opportunity to photograph this little baby waiting for a parent to feed it in my garden. I was able to set up the camera and tripod within five feet of my little subject. The hummingbirds are use to me being around them. I used my 200 mm lens.
The lighting was good. I was able to achieve a high shutter speed for good stop action. It was a delightful six hours of observing and capturing the hummingbird doing its thing
A Wild Orchid, near Jinotega Nicaragua
Let The Day Be Ours
I know you don’t
Love me
Stay awhile
Enjoy the day
We are just
Two lonely people
Always searching
For that one love
Come
Take my hand
Why don’t you stay
We can enjoy the day
Let this day be ours
We were lovers
So long ago
But got lost in time
So why don’t you stay…
Yesterday, yesterday…
Was so long ago
Tomorrow too far away
Let the day be ours
We could love again
Forget about yesterday
Just enjoy the day
Then maybe tomorrow
Why don’t you
Come home to stay
We will find a way
To share our love
I know you don’t
Love me
Stay awhile
Enjoy the day
Come
Take my hand
Why don’t you stay
We can enjoy the day
Let this day be ours
We are just
Two lonely people
Always searching
For that one love
Brown Eyes Crying
Brown eyes crying
In the dark
Drifting forever
On a sea of tears
A long times gone
Just drifting forever
Through endless nights
On a sea of tears
Brown eyes crying
On a sea of tears
Drifting forever
As is the past
Like the mist
Has crept over her
Forlorn and blue
Our love never
Had a chance
It was like a sad song
With never any wrong
A love in a mist
In a sea of tears
We could never exist
In hearts gone cold
Brown eyes crying
In the dark
Drifting forever
On a sea of tears
A long times gone
Just drifting forever
Through endless nights
On a sea of tears
Brown eyes crying
On a sea of tears
Drifting forever
Brown eyes crying
On a sea of tears
Drifting forever
It is summer here in Nicaragua now. But like everywhere else in the world, the weather patterns have been messed up. Lately there has been plenty of rain, bringing cooler temperatures. It has been a week now since I finally made it out for some photographic fun. It was a beautiful warm sunny day. A little late in the morning for the best lighting. The haze was a little annoying to deal with.
It was on a Monday past that I was joined by a good Nica friend. I had secured his services the day before. We topped off his motorcycle with gas. Then away we went cruising through the mountains. It had been many years since I traveled by motorcycle.
I was attracted by a rock knob on the mountain top as shown in the photo. The lush greens of the landscape is long gone. Replaced by parched earth. There is tremendous depth here in the photo. From foreground to background you are given a sense of depth vertically and horizontally. You will see buildings in the left corner of photo. They give you the sense scale to the whole composition. The rock knob is only a portion of my composition, but is there. I allowed the sky to be half of the photo. Thus a sense of overall vastness that are the mountains. In this type of work I want you to envision the feeling of a 3D feel.
I will close now, till next week. So until next week happy trails
Off We Go
The sun is coming up
Peeking through the trees
The birds are singing
The clouds are fleeing..
Grandpa gone to the barn
Off we go…
Through the ocean of grass
The wind she’s a blowing
Just me and the hound
Over the field,we bound
Full of joy and laughter
A boy and his dog…
Spring is here
The flowers are blooming
Across the field, down by the hedge
The grouse are drumming
Off we go…
An old logging road beckons
Calling to the hound
Down the road we bound
Off we go…
Hurrying past the barn
Grandpa milking the cows
Calling to the hound
His nose to the ground
Off we go…
A rabbit goes a running
The hound in pursuit
Just a baying
Off we go…
Through the sugar maple bush
That ole rabbit goes…
Twisting and a turning
We follow in a rush
That ole rabbit been around
For me and the hound
Now going slow…
Give up the hunt
With his tongue hanging
Comes the hound
Nose to the ground
Going slow…
Grandpa gone to the barn
Off we go…
Through the ocean of grass
The wind she’s a blowing
Just me and the hound
Over the field,we bound
Full of joy and laughter
A boy and his dog…
Cascada-Blanca
Oh So Lonesome
Have you ever gotten
That feeling, of feeling lonely
Of feeling,oh so lonesome
In a cold,cold home
Her love is gone
Her heart turned cold
As cold as a stone
I think I’m in the Arctic
I feel so benumbed
Her angry words frosty
Like the cold North wind
You left me behind
I know I am to blame
I asked for your forgiveness
But you had no mercy
I know we have been
Through troubled waters
She told me, she had no trust
I was like the dust
Blowing in the wind
She had made up her mind
To leave me behind
Have you ever gotten
That feeling, of feeling lonely
Of feeling,oh so lonesome
In a cold,cold home
Oh so lonesome
In a cold,cold home
Oh so lonesome
In a cold,cold home