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Saw these cattails alongside the road..and then that fencepost was right there..what is it about weathered old wooden fence posts?
Cedar Wood Fence Post at Sunset. The eastern plains of Colorado have so much color, at any time of year. Even something as simple as a fence post can intrigue a photographer.
Fencepost.
I spotted this post while out for a walk, and rather liked the textures...
Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for taking a look. HFF :)
[Hand-held in daylight. Processed first in LR then in Affinity using Topaz Detail for sharpening. A fair bit of mangling for colour, clarity and to bring out the texture. Then used the lighting filter to focus attention to the top right as a vignette wouldn't work.]
Went out today to see if my little friend was out and about....sure enough as I cruised by he popped up from the grass to take a look at me. Even though I’ve got many shots, he’s an irresistible photo target. This photo shows how truly small he really is, and he keeps a wary eye out for other larger predators.
Burrowing owl, Roseville, CA
heading to/from shopping and other adventures I travel along some classic country roads
HFF = Happy Fence Friday
One more for tonight, this time of a sunset in Iowa. This is the field across from my parents' farm, which I had plenty of practice looking at, since my brothers and I waited near here for the school bus when we were growing up.
Image made with a Hasselblad 500 C/M. (And I just realized the sun is a pentagon-piece of bokeh... awesome.)
"One bleak March day,...a flock of snow-buntings came...Every few moments one of them would mount into the air, hovering about with quivering wings and warbling a loud, merry song with some very sweet notes. They were a most welcome little group of guests, and we were sorry when, after loitering around a day or two, they disappeared toward their breeding haunts." - Theodore Roosevelt
These fences at the Sacramento Historic City Cemetery have withstood the test of time since their installation in the mid-1800s during the Gold Rush era. I don't really know if they've undergone some type of restoration because some look great and others look really beat up with parts missing and heavy rust. And the variety of fences and their configuration is really interesting as well
Taken with Laowa 60mm macro at f8.
Carefully captured in a glass (as pictured) before carefully placing back where found
This Willie Wagtail took a brief rest on the fencepost before taking off on another bug catching adventure.....
Hope you like this image.
Thanks for any comments, views or favorites - always appreciated!
Have a fantastic day and week ahead everyone!!
From a local drive to get out of the house and see something other than 4 walls ... I've photographed this before, in fall. Hoping to make a collection through all seasons and conditions.
The sweet, lazy whistles of Eastern Meadowlarks waft over summer grasslands and farms in eastern North America. The birds themselves sing from fenceposts and telephone lines or stalk through the grasses, probing the ground for insects with their long, sharp bills. On the ground, their brown-and-black dappled upperparts camouflage the birds among dirt clods and dry grasses. But up on perches, they reveal bright-yellow underparts and a striking black chevron across the chest.
The Eastern Meadowlark is not in the lark family (Alaudidae)—it’s a member of the blackbird family (Icteridae), which also includes cowbirds and orioles.
Eastern Meadowlarks are most common in native grasslands and prairies, but they also occur in pastures, hayfields, agricultural fields, airports, and other grassy areas. Because vast swaths of grasslands are hard to find in parts of eastern North America, Eastern Meadowlarks will breed in many kinds of grassy areas as long as they can find about 6 acres in which to establish a territory. Where their range overlaps with Western Meadowlarks, Eastern Meadowlarks tend to use wetter, lower-lying grasslands.
I found this one singing on a fence post early in the morning, along Joe Overstreet Road. Osceola County, Florida.
Addendum to my Toy Project.
I've bought this minifig on the flea market and would love to know which storyline (or set) it's from, but my search at Bricklink had no success.
day 2547
It's back to the present for the five photos I have posted around noon today. They were all taken on a drive east and north-east of the city yesterday, 22 November 2019, when my daughter and I had a great day out together.
What an absolute pain it is proving to be, sorting out various programs, etc. after Windows 10 was installed on my computer!! One of the things is Microsoft Office that was already on my computer. In the end, I gave up trying to get 'support' for reactivating it in Windows 10, Instead, in pure frustration, I decided to buy a new version from Staples, to be downloaded to my computer. Was not too pleased to discover that they are having problems - as soon as technicians have solved the issue, they will email a download button. Also, still have to sort out why my "recovered" emails won't open, even though they are all listed. Ran out of time today to phone technician, thanks to trying to solve other Windows 10 issues.
Yesterday felt so good to get away from all my computer problems and spend the day with my daughter out in the countryside. Needless to say, we had hoped to find a Snowy Owl, which we did, though it was distant. My daughter is excellent at spotting things, so if there had been Snowies anywhere, I am confident she would have seen them. We were so glad to see this one, rather than none at all. I wonder how long it had been sitting there and how much longer it sat there after we quickly moved on.
I must say the day was a great day for finding old barns, though! A favourite thing with both my daughter and myself. The beauty in my next photo was one of the barns found. I heard voices in the farmyard and I asked if we could take a photo, from the road. The guy very kindly told us to drive right in and go and take any photos we wanted. Unfortunately, we were looking into the sun, but we still managed to do OK. Captured a couple of old sheds in the yard, too. Generous farm owners are always immensely appreciated!
An unexpected side trip, at my daughter's suggestion, was to visit again the old grain elevator and barn at Sharples. I think I have been there either two or three times before, but never when snow is on the ground. Visits have always ended up later in the day, when the sun is in the wrong place. One of these days .....