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Photographing this fine buck on an early summer morning brought back memories of the first logo that made an impression on me when I was a young child.
My father must have had a policy with The Hartford Insurance Group, because we often got unsolicited mail from them in the late 1940s. Their logo of the outline of a stag was prominent on all of their materials.
The Hartford Company is an old one, founded in 1810 in Hartford, Connecticut. When a huge fire destroyed New York’s financial district, the company’s president, Eliphalet Terry, used his own money to cover all the resulting claims. (It is rumored his wealth came from collecting $10 from everyone who laughed and commented on his first name.)
The origin of the logo is not known, but it is pretty ancient. However, the earliest record of it being used was in 1861 when it was found on an insurance policy issued to Abraham Lincoln.
Some historians suggest the image of the stag came from a well-known painting in 1851 by Sir Edwin Landseer, entitled “The Monarch of the Glen.”
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
Perched high above a small wetland pond, this bald eagle had just secured a small prey from below when the roar of a streaking motorcycle shattered the quiet. Startled, it lost its grip on the catch, the prey tumbling back into the water below. After a second, the eagle erupted in protest as its wings flared, feathers went every which way, and it lifted its beak in frustration.
Bald eagles are patient hunters and, as they age, they become more successful, yet they are not immune to sudden disturbances that unsettle them. This shot captures their vulnerability, but their strength as well, as you can glimpse their powerful talons.
For me, it was a reminder that wild creatures live on the edge of survival every day, and that even a fleeting, disturbing sound can alter the outcome of their hunt.
Though I love to spend hours seeking out wildlife to photograph, I try to be ever vigilant to honor their needs for natural quietness, whether in springtime as they sit for hours waiting for their young to be born, or in the hours year-round when they need to be successful in their search for daily food.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
📍 La Habana
Havana is a synthesis of all Cuba, capital of the island and one of the most beautiful cities in Latin America.
The charm of the “Pearl of the Caribbean” continues to act, whoever knows it returns enriched and conquered.
Renewed, it offers everything imaginable in terms of colonial architecture.
Its most important neighborhoods, Old Havana, Vedado, Miramar, Centro Havana and the Malecón will make you enjoy the memories of the old architecture.
Havana is the tropical splendor, which gathers the best of Spain, the best of Africa and the best of the Antilles. Havana, with its old American cars, its hustle and bustle, its bare buildings, its history, its people and its rhythms leaves no one indifferent.
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On a gravel road with a stand of tall trees on one side, I spotted a kerfuffle on a branch pretty much hidden by the foliage of the trees. When I pulled ahead enough to get this photo, another juvenile hawk flew off. They had been scuffling over dead prey they had recently captured.
This summer, my wife and I have seen a half-dozen juveniles, more than we have seen in the past. Once I became familiar with their juvenile coloring, it became easier to identify them.
Juvenile Red-tailed Hawks don’t get their characteristic red tail until they reach their first adult plumage, which typically happens at the start of their second year, or around 2 years of age. Until then, they have brown tails with darker striping, a light chest, and a prominent belly band of streaking.
A juvenile at the age of the one in the photo is still learning to hunt efficiently. Their first winter is a crucial one for making it through as these hawks suffer a higher mortality rate than they do later.
Juveniles start out with yellow eyes that gradually darken. By the time they are 3 years old, their eyes are a deep brown.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
One of the reasons Blue Jays are on my top 5 favorite Minnesota birds list is that they're among the few brightly colored birds that stick around through our winters.
Right now, the Blue Jays are busy preparing for the lean months ahead. I was astounded to read that a Blue Jay will collect a hundred or more acorns per day during the fall. In a single season, one can store between 3,000 to 5,000 acorns.
Scientists tell us they bury each acorn in a separate spot, sometimes up to a mile and a half apart, and retrieve it later. However, I have to wonder if some of these statistics are a bit embellished along the way.
Blue Jays have a unique ability to carry up to five acorns at once. They hold one in their bill and tuck the others in a special throat pouch. I don't know if this Blue Jay had more acorns stashed in its pouch, but the one it had certainly seemed to stymie its squawking for a bit.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
One observable trait in eagles is that they accomplish very little in their life without a defined purpose. Each movement is deliberate, their eyes fixed on a task with no wasted motion.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
Most times, we watch eagles from quite a distance away as they land. They look graceful.
But up close, sometimes when they land on a tree limb, the landing is actually a little rough.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
I photographed this juvenile Eastern Phoebe as it started its day early, while night's damp blackness still surrounded it. In the darkness, the young bird sang with all its might, seemingly unconcerned whether its song would be answered.
When it comes to unrequited singing, my dad, who grew up attending silent movies, once said I had a singing voice uniquely suited for them.
Now at an age when I can sense the fading light of my life's day, I have witnessed in others and felt within myself the suffocating darkness that falls when life threatens to squeeze out the will to continue.
Familiar shadows touch many of us: wayward children, the crushing weight of losing a spouse or child, financial ruin, significant health problems, or lives once brimming with promise now filled with broken dreams.
Each of us handles life's dark times differently. Some people collapse and never fully embrace life again. Others try to fill their losses and disappointments with destructive habits, frantic activity, or material possessions.
However, some sing in the darkness, not because they feel joyful, but because singing gives voice to hope.
To sing in life's dark times is to refuse defeat. It is an act of defiance and faith, the whispered response of a heavy heart that tomorrow may bring light again.
This young Phoebe understands something about living a solitary life. Its family stays together for only a few weeks after fledgling, and then it faces the world alone. In just weeks, this tiny bird, weighing no more than a large grape, will fly thousands of miles to Mexico and Central America to spend the winter.
No family member will accompany it on this journey.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
Is it real... Or is it Photoshopped?
...Hmmmmmmmmmmm...
No... I'm not gay...
I just like rainbows, alright!
This image is ©Mike Jones Photography, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, and not part of the public domain. Any use, or posting of this image is prohibited without my consent.
(In other words, I am SICK of this image being STOLEN and put on everything imaginable! I put MANY hours of work into shooting and photoshopping this original piece of work)
Staying with the St Leonards theme, this image was taken some 20 minutes after the last image I posted of the Sirens Boathouse & Kiosk. I could not believe how quickly Mothers Nature can turn things around to produce an amazing colour display. Hoping you enjoy the tones as much as I did.
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We all have slow days, off days days we feel tired or uninspired, but they are nothing to concern yourself with. Like the ocean, the stillness is just another of its natural states. Soon the winds will return, the waves will rise and your imagination will flow freely again.
- Beau Taplin
Fashions for men, women and children and Spanish and international designers take up shop around the streets of every huge city in Spain .
Shops selling traditional articles such as espadrilles, fabrics, ropes, hats and religious articles.
Open-air markets. The Rastro is the most famous of the flea markets which opens on Sundays. Everything imaginable can be found here from valuable antiques to used clothing, including collector cards, books, records, paintings, etc.
I LOVE THIS PLACE :)
A wholesale change has already swept through our part of Minnesota. Colorful songbirds have sung their farewells, eagles are returning from spending their summers at lakes where fish meals were plentiful, and numerous hawks of various sorts are scouting country ditches and roads for unfortunate prey trying to scurry from one area to another unseen.
This young Red-tailed hawk with its juvenile pale yellow eyes has had an eventful summer. Hatched in late May or early June, it first learned to fly, then began half-hearted and clumsy efforts at hunting, often settling for grasshoppers, bugs, or an occasional slow-moving mouse.
But now it is hunting on its own, trying to carve out its own territory to return to in the spring after its first migration to southern states like Kansas, Oklahoma, or Texas.
Over the next few weeks, urged on by an instinctive need to migrate, it will increase the intensity of its hunting as it builds reserves for the mostly solo flight coming later this month or in November. When it returns, there's a good chance that its iconic tail will more clearly show the deeper color its species is known for in the bird world.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
This species of hawk does not care for Minnesota winters.
During fall migration, Broad-winged Hawks gather in large flocks that can number in the thousands as they migrate to South America, as far as Brazil, to spend the winter.
They usually begin returning to our area in April.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
It was a surprise to spot this young Great Blue Heron in a set of small trees on the fence line of a bean field, a couple of miles away from any wetland or other body of water.
Only a few months old, it has already grown into its full size, though its plumage still carries the soft hues of youth.
I wondered what brought it here, a good distance from water. It might have been flying from one wetland to another and paused to rest in the shelter of these trees. Or, it might have spotted something when in flight, drawn by small movements in the field below.
Those who study herons say young herons will often explore areas in their youth that they won’t when they are older.
The summer season of growth is over. After the first frosts, it will soon follow internal instincts on a lengthy journey south for the winter. Unlike geese, herons do not migrate in groups of tight family bonds as each one charts its own way to warmer climates.
One of the joys of photographing wildlife is that they do not always stay within the boundaries we imagine for them. Sometimes they appear where least expected, giving a fleeting gift of wildness in unexpected locations.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
“With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but even the most unexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a desire or, its reverse, a fear. Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.” ~ Italo Calvino
Yesterday, when my faithful spotter and I were dawdling on a country road that bordered a couple of wetland ponds within a mile of each other, we saw an eagle perched high on a dead tree overlooking the first pond. On the other side of the road, a smaller pond held a young Blue Heron.
Driving at the breakneck speed of 13 mph, we proceeded to the next pond that had been bereft of waterfowl since late July. It nearly dried up, then refilled as we received more rain, but no waterfowl have yet returned.
However, next to the pond, there are some scrub trees on one side of the road and large ones on the other side. We often see birds hightailing it from one set of trees to the other as they see us approaching.
I only had a few seconds to shoot this particular bird before it flew off into the depths of the trees, where I lost sight of it. Although we waited for a few minutes for it to reappear, it did not.
Often, when I photograph smaller birds, I have to wait until I get home and bring the photos up on my monitor before I know what I have. As a birding neophyte, even after I bring them up, there are some birds I have absolutely no clue what they are.
When this bird filled my monitor, I immediately knew two things. One, all four shots I took were lousy. Secondly, I had no idea what the bird was as I had never photographed it before.
Running the photo through a few birding sites, they all agreed it was a Hermit Thrush, a new one for me, not only to capture but also to discover that such a bird existed in our state. I felt fortunate to have photographed it before it leaves in a few weeks to winter in Mexico or Central America.
Such are the things that still make an old man’s heart flutter a little.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
Although male and female Green Herons look very similar, this one, which I caught flying off from a piece of wood where it was perched, is not lifting its skirt as it takes off. Its wings are in a down draft position as it quickly gathers speed to glide across a wetland pond.
It is probably a sign of old age, but I get a little nostalgic this time of year as we start to say goodbye to some of our most colorful birds migrating to warmer climates. The Green Heron families introduced this spring have already experienced their young ones going out on their own.
When the herons leave for Mexico and Central America in the coming weeks, the families do not fly together.
At one of the smaller wetland ponds that my wife and I checked regularly, a male and female heron raised five young ones earlier this summer. Often, when we drive slowly past the pond, all five are crisscrossing the water in an effort to hide from us. Their small bodies and pointed heads resemble water bugs as they dart in different directions.
Green Herons typically live 7-9 years in the wild, unless they fall prey to predators or disease. When they leave Minnesota, they will join a flock that flies mainly at night on its way to their winter home.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
And yes, she does throw herself toward the water.
So, we have nation this and that day and world what-so-ever week and tributes to everything imaginable animal and thing in the universe, and that includes the Discovery Channels Shark Week. Poor ol’ Mr. and Mrs. Gator get absolutely no credit, but I’m going to change that and begin a week-long celebration of these Lumpy Lizards. Does Lumpy Lizard Week sound better than Gator Week? I think Gator Week is a bit catchier and could catch on… Ha ha ha!!! So, here’s the start of it, but don’t expect it to run the entire week as it could bore some of the people even though I have enough gator shots to do a Gator month.
I’m going to begin with one of THE most skittish alligators on the bayou and one that I was never able to capture until last week. I must admit to cheating a bit as it took me quite some time to stay in the shadows on the far side of the bayou and inch my way toward her before she EXPLODED toward the water. I was extremely fortunate to finally capture that launch.
At least I think it’s a female, because she looks mature and quite trim when compared those overweight males. You get two shots to show the launch toward the water and how it happens in a split second. Photo taken on Horsepen Bayou in Alligator Alley. I’ll also add that I have no explanation as to why there is all of the red mud on the mouth.
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Left forlorn alongside a gravel road in the countryside to collect dust while slowly deteriorating each year, a farmhouse, once full of sound and activity, now holds only faint memories for the descendants of a family who long ago moved on.
Judging from the appearance of this once vibrant home, there is a good chance no one is alive from the eager young family that once lived there. Their lives centered on growing crops, taking care of livestock, and dreaming of the days of promise that lie ahead. Today, what once was the center stage of their lives is now forsaken.
Driving along rural roads in most parts of Minnesota, sights like this are quite common. Some deserted farm places have ramshackle buildings holding down the fort, while others have witnessed building after building collapse into a pile of rubble, sometimes even the house itself.
One experience I have observed that makes me a little wistful is to run into members of a family whose parents and grandparents grew up in places like this, but now, a couple of generations later, that lifestyle is a piece of history of which they have no firsthand knowledge.
But, when folks whiz by former homes like this, stirring up dust that finds its way to add to the coating of desolation, unknowingly, they are passing someone’s history.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
The animal show is a big thing here. All the farmers are there with their finest breed. Just wanted to share the fun with you guys ;o)
There is everything imaginable at the fair and quite a bit of the unimaginable too.
“With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but even the most unexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a desire or, its reverse, a fear. Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
Listen: Lush Intrinsic (2009) · Keith Kirchoff
at the open air market in culemborg on sunday they had everything imaginable from art to books to clothes to snacks. this was in a stall with some antiques and some flea market sort of items.
this looks even cooler in the lightbox (enlarged)
to experience that, click on the 2 arrows to the far right.
This is the closest I have ever been able to get to a Double-crested Cormorant. My compliant spotter and I took a 50-mile wander through Isanti County early Friday morning. Before we got more than two miles out of town, we encountered this young juvenile on a shallow lake, swimming amongst about a dozen swans less than 10 feet from the road.
I think it might be a little confused or colorblind at this age.
Its coloring gives a pretty good clue that it was hatched only a few months ago. Since then, it has been learning how to swim, dive to depths of 20-25 feet after minnows, hold its breath for up to a minute underwater, and follow its mother, well, most of the time.
As this juvenile matures, its brown plumage will darken until it mirrors the glossy black of an adult.
One unusual characteristic of Cormorants is that, unlike ducks, their feathers are not fully waterproof. While this allows them to dive more efficiently in pursuit of prey, it also means they have to spread their wings to dry after emerging from the water.
Cormorants will begin their migration in another month. Leaving our state, they will winter in southern states in the U.S., as well as Mexico and the Caribbean. In late March, they will begin their return here.
The average lifespan of a Cormorant summering in Minnesota waters is about six years.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
Nearly hidden from indifferent passersby, trees and snow overwhelm an abandoned house. Time has erased any semblance of the vitality the house once possessed when a young family was born and raised within its walls.
Exuberant noises of children chasing one another and playing with non-motorized metal toys on worn linoleum floors have faded, leaving only the cool whistling of a north breeze to interrupt the solitude.
The remnants of a recent blizzard are now forgotten as the sun pierces winter clouds, trying to defeat the efforts of the snow to cover the scene.
Over 70 years ago, as a youngster growing up on a farm in southwestern Minnesota, blizzards could be fierce and unrelenting to man and livestock as they roared into our area after delivering glancing blows to South Dakota and Iowa. For up to several days, daily life as we knew it changed from routine to a grudging respect for what Nature could do without our permission.
Snowdrifts on our farm, molded by heavy snows and a north wind that mocked warm clothing, could reach levels that allowed cows and pigs a newfound freedom as they would unsteadily master the tall drifts and stand on roofs, just because they could.
Other than the daily milking of cows and caring for other livestock, not much got done during these days when the elements threatened your existence in simply trying to find the barn after leaving the house. Dad and anyone else with a smidgen of arm muscles grabbed the nearest aluminum scoop shovels and began the arduous task of carving out paths in the snow drifts to allow young farm boys to struggle with carrying 5-gallon pails of feed to anxious livestock who were wondering why we were late to feed them.
But these blizzards were not all bad news. Our little crew of school robots of all ages would gather around our oilcloth-covered kitchen table early in the morning to listen to our brown Motorola radio, perched in the center. We listened with great anticipation to Roger Erickson on WCCO, hoping to hear the magic word “Slayton Public Schools” mentioned in the largely alphabetical listing of schools that were closed for the day.
School closing for a day or two certainly meant a lot of extra work for all of us, but produced warm memories of the slowing down of family life as we gathered together during the afternoons for times of playing board games and drinking hot cocoa while eating large bowls of heavily buttered-popcorn.
(Photographed in Isanti County, MN)
"With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but even the most unexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a desire or, its reverse, a fear. Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else." Italo Calvino
This beaver appeared to have Detective Peter Falk’s trademark phrase on the show Columbo down "Just one more thing" as he was about to bid my wife and I farewell earlier this week.
As we rounded a wooded area surrounding a hobby farm, we drove along the shoreline of a large wetland pond. As I slowly drove, I noticed this fellow about 15 yards away swimming parallel to our vehicle and keeping a steady, though beady, eye on us.
But his curiosity got the better of him and after about 30 yards of swimming next to the road, he climbed out of the water and sloshed up on the road where we had parked enabling me to take a few shots.
I might have heard an urgent cry from somewhere in our vehicle when I was exhorted to shut the window, bringing about a retort that I knew somebody who had watched too many Walt Disney programs years ago when animals like beavers could fly.
The beaver came within about 6-8 feet of our vehicle, probably the closest I will ever be to a beaver in my lifetime although that is not a stretch of the imagination anymore in view of my age.
It helps to be an old codger to remember the TV show Columbo as it surfaced way back in 1968 and for a time captured a healthy audience across our country.
Falk, who had lost an eye to cancer when he was three years old, starred in Columbo for over 7 years and recently the show reruns have been regaining popularity with a younger audience who weren’t alive when it was first on television.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
“With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but even the most unexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a desire or, its reverse, a fear. Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
Thank you Ash and Quika for sharing your dreams with us <3
Photographer: Fred H. Politinsky
Subject: The Movies
Since film and television have staged everything imaginable before it happens, a true event, taking place in the real world, brings to mind the landscape of films.
--- Elizabeth Hardwick, "The Apotheosis of Martin Luther King," Bartleby in Manhattan (1983)
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Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world
(Eleanor Farjeon--1931)
For bald eagle enthusiasts in our area of Minnesota, we have entered an enjoyable period. Each fall, there comes a time when eagles are not hanging around the multitude of lakes in our state and return to their winter haunts, (that sounds a little depressing).
Their diet has begun its annual transition from largely fish, to one that includes a lot of carrion.
Two juvenile eagles were messing around in what a murder of crows thought was their private feeding grounds. As the eagles were circling in the air in large circles, a number of crows took off from a nearby tree and proceeded to give the young eagles some basic instructions in how the future of their lives would look when in the vicinity of crows.
This large crow rode an eagle down to the ground where its sibling had already been forced. If you look closely at the eye of the crow in the photo, it appears as he was also daring the second eagle to make its day.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
A kayaker enjoying the vibrant sunset last night.
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Sunrise at the Bay of Fires on Tassie’s east coast was a highlight of our road trip - clear aqua waters, fine white sand and amazing granite rocks covered in vibrant orange lichen.
It is a must visit.
This is the location where the "famous tree" once stood, unfortunately the tree is no longer.
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Binalong Bay, NE Tasmania.
Sunrise at the Bay of Fires on Tassie’s east coast was a highlight of our road trip - clear aqua waters, fine white sand and amazing granite rocks covered in vibrant orange lichen.
It is a must visit.
This fisherman pulls into that same spot every morning at sunrise after his fishing expedition.
One responsibility of a parent is to teach their children how to use a filter when speaking to other people. It is a process to have them learn that the first thoughts they have are probably ones that are better left unsaid.
Children have an uncanny ability to spot an anomaly in another child or even an adult. Most of us have had times of embarrassment when one of our small children made an accurate, but ill-advised observation about someone’s appearance.
Growing up, this Blue Heron might have been on the receiving end of some catcalls about the abnormal length of his neck. Even at my age, I found myself remarking to my wife that I had never seen such a long neck on a heron.
There are a couple of reasons heron’s necks are marvelously shaped. They have anywhere from 21-25 vertebrae in their necks, twice as many as we humans do. Along with specialized vertebrae, this enables them to sport an “S” shape with their long necks.
This ability helps them aerodynamically when they fly and is one of the characteristics most of us use to readily identify them when they pass overhead.
However, their greatest use of the make-up of their neck comes from a coiling effect when hunting. The bird stores energy in the coiled “S” curve and then releases it in a rapid thrust to impale or capture prey, both in water as well as elsewhere.
Between the bill of the heron and the length of its neck, when it strikes, the neck and bill can reach nearly two feet as they pursue their meals.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)