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Finally, this shy cardinal posed for me for several seconds.
Curious info: cardinals are red because of carotenoid pigments they acquire from plant food, such as dogwood berries.
In the Rumbur Valley, North-west Frontier Province, Pakistan.
The Kalasha or Kalash, are a Dardic Indo-Aryan indigenous people residing in the Chitral District of Khyber-Pakhtunkhwa province of Pakistan. They speak the Kalasha language, from the Dardic family of the Indo-Aryan branch. They are considered unique among the peoples of Pakistan. They are also considered to be Pakistan's smallest ethnoreligious group, practising a religion which some scholars characterise as a form of animism, and other academics as "a form of ancient Hinduism".
The Kalash are considered to be an indigenous people of Asia, with their ancestors migrating to Afghanistan from a distant place in South Asia, which the Kalash call “Tsiyam” in their folk songs and epics. Some of the Kalash traditions consider the various Kalash people to have been migrants or refugees. They are also considered to have been either descendants of foreign people, Gandhari people and the Indians of eastern Afghanistan. Based on their shared genetic drift, it is considered that they may be an ancient drifted North Eurasian stock.
The Kalash of Chitral have maintained their own separate cultural traditions.
Actually, this pose is Sasha's "I don't want to come in yet" look. With the temperature in the low teens, I have to keep an eye on how long she's outside. Took some convincing however! I took this shot through the storm door, and cropped it, so the quality is not the greatest.
My friends beautiful daughter, Ms. J. Love those eyes!! I am actually pretty happy with how this one came out.
I was out for a late afternoon walk in Tucson Arizona when I saw them across the street. They were moving pieces of a cut up tree from the sidewalk to a nearby laneway. They looked like they were friendly and having a good time so I said hi and told them I thought they would make a nice photo in the late afternoon light. They said ok but that I should probably ask their father first. Fair enough.
He was just around the corner, sitting on his front steps with a disassembled chainsaw scattered around him. I explained who I am and that I wanted some photos of people from my visit to Tucson. He gave permission and said he was from Central Africa which explained his French accent. I offered to send him a copy of the photos and he was pleased.
I told the girls that their Dad had given permission and suggested the light would be good in the laneway. We walked around the corner and I carried a log to help them out.
They were amused by this unexpected development in their day. They were easy-going and began clowning as I took a few photos. We had a good time and bantered back and forth. I could tell that they were a close-knit family.
I said goodbye and thanked them. Their father said he was in a rush because the store had given him the wrong part for his chain saw and was about to close. He had his name and email written on a piece of paper and gave it to me, then apologized for rushing off. He hopped in his pickup truck and I wished him luck with the chain saw repair. I also told him he has really nice daughters to be proud of.
This little fella is one of the new additions to Horsea Beach in Norfolk. He was a willing model for a little while, then he thought that if he closed his eyes I might go away! I will never forget the look of disappointment in those little eyes when he opened them again.
Mallard (Anas platyrhynchos) pair, Large Belmont Pond, Kelowna, BC. A closer look. She appeared to me to be completely at peace. He, on the other hand, continued to millimetre his way deeper into the hay....
The Puritan through Life's sweet garden goes
To pluck the thorn and cast away the rose. Kenneth Hare
This is in our garden and it was turned where I could not capture the face of it.
After many years of taking pictures of ducks, it recently dawned on me how beautiful their eyes are. I guess in the past, my attention had always been distracted by the feathers, plumage and hood. So, better late than never ...
Here a juvenile wood duck enjoys an afternoon's siesta. His eyes and beak are just starting to turn that lovely red ...
Enjoy!
Film image taken with a Minolta Hi-Matic AF2 and heavily edited - found and admired at Indian Camp Creek Park in St. Charles Co., Missouri, USA
I dont know what was this guy's experience, but he had the best bashful body language
it is my position that what makes a painting, a sculpture, a drawing "Art", as in "fine art" or "important art", is its ability to evoke emotion within the viewer. the gaze becomes more than a passive observance but an action, a reverberance that remains with the audience long after the eyes have shifted. it doesn't matter if the art is in a museum or hung on a refrigerator, it's ability to create emotion, contemplation, inspiration, critical thought, creativity, dreams, and action are the measure of its inherent value. this series of photos are an attempt to capture that moment of exchange between the viewer and the art piece. Ruth Asawa is one of my personal biggest art heroes. learn more about her here: ruthasawa.com/