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On an errand today I had the feeling it might be worth taking the camera. Just as I was about to head back I saw this little beauty resting up on some brambles.
Despite the blown out areas I do like taking shots of these backlit as the orange just glows.
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Coronavirus Lockdown Garden Macro of an everyday plant...first attempt with 36mm tube and Sigma 85m F1.4 Art. (I expect there will be a lot of people doing this at the moment)
Thanks to some tips from a group of friends, when things went south on a chase of the Delaware Lackawanna PO-74, I was able to intercept the return trip of a Reading & Northern OCS turn from Jim Thorpe. There was some waiting involved but it was a good time with friends old and new in some great early Fall-like weather.
Here the former NS executive Fs bang across the CTC switch at Haucks where the line to Hazleton splits off.
Bird photography sounds peaceful. You picture me quietly communing with nature, sipping coffee while majestic creatures flutter by, posing politely like they’re in a Disney movie. That’s a lie. The truth involves hauling lawn chairs, tripods, and a camera bag that weighs more than a third grader across the desert before sunrise—all to sit motionless next to a glorified livestock trough filled with water I wouldn’t let my enemies drink.
This cattle tank, which I have gentrified into a “desert oasis” (by tossing in a stick), is now a fine-dining establishment for birds. The stick is important. I found it on the ground, which makes it natural, and I chose one with bark and lichen because birds don’t like muddy feet—and I like a pretty perch.
Birds don’t just fly in, though. First, they land about twenty-five feet away in what I call the staging area, where they scope things out and decide if it’s safe to drink. Just as I know birds come here for water, they know hawks come here for birds. If it seems risky, they vanish into the brush to post angry tweets about predator privilege.
This time, an American Robin decided to play along. He glided down to the branch, dipped his beak into the water, then raised his head to swallow—because robins, like most birds, can’t gulp. They rely on gravity to get the water down. No swallow muscles. No peristalsis. Just tip and pray.
As he tilted his head back, water spilled from his beak. I fired off a burst of photos. In this frame, he’s in perfect profile, water spilling from his bill, with a few droplets stopped in mid-air and a few reached the surface, sending delicate ripples across the pond.
His reflection was beautiful and haunting, like a bird pondering the mysteries of hydration—or maybe just wondering why some guy shoved a branch in his drinking fountain.
In the desert, water is liquid gold. To birds, cattle tanks are survival. To me, they’re proof that lugging heavy gear into the wilderness to photograph a robin mid-sip is a perfectly reasonable way to spend retirement.
Especially if you're trying to avoid housework.
He lifts his head to the sky—a gravity feed,
’Cause evolution said, “Nah—gulping’s not a need.
Every hour of every day, the relentless waves pound the rocks and boulders on the tip of the Schoodic Peninsula in Maine. Photographed at Schoodic Point, the crown jewel of the peninsula, which is known for its dramatic coastline and crashing surf. The granite ledges and rocky outcrops provide excellent vantage points for observing the powerful Atlantic Ocean waves.
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Image taken at the Stonebow Washlands in Charnwood. Orange - tips in our area have been plentiful so far this year and it was a bonus to catch the Male and Female together.
This male Orange Tip was busy flying around when he decided to settle, this was my chance to grab a few shots before he took to the wing again.
I don't often get the chance to photograph these butterflies. They are constantly on the move and hardly ever land.
I was very lucky with this one.....except I didn't have my macro lens with me !
I've seen a few male Orange Tips on the wing in recent days. I managed to catch this fine looking male this morning.
Eastern Gray Squirrel.
Between 17 to 19 3/4 inches long. Gray above with buff underfur showing especially on the head, shoulders, back and feet. Flattened bushy tail whch is gray with silvery tipped hairs.
In Canada, some have rufous bellies and tails. Black phase common in northern parts of their range.
Their habitat is hardwood or mixed forests with nut trees, especially oak-hickroy forests.
They range from the eastern U.S. east of south Manitoba, east North Dakota, most of Iowa, east Kansas, east Oklahoma and east Texas.
Kensington Metropark, Livingston County, Michigan.
One from last year, keep seeing them go through garden but they do not stop. Will we get out in time to photograph these this year I wonder. Taken late evening with the low sun back lighting the butterfly and a little fill flash on front of subject. Kingcombe Meadows, Dorset.