Friday, June 29, 2012

Red-tailed Hawk


I was sitting outside early this morning, listening to the birds' cocaphanous symphony as dawn broke.  It made me remember seeing a hawk of some sort (it was a blur, really) swoop down and grab a little mouse out of my back yard last year.  I wish I had seen it better, but really it happened so quickly I wondered if it had really happened at all.  That memory made me have hawks on the brain this morning so I dug around until I found this old photo from a trip to the South Carolina Aquarium.  Not as good as the real thing in the wild, but she is a gorgeous creature, nonetheless.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

I Wish You Rainbows


This one goes out to my friends in Wyoming dealing with the fires and tornado near Wheatland.  You've had one heck of a month, and I hope you see a lot more rainbows and a lot less of these.

Monday, June 18, 2012

My Father


I am a little late posting this, but I wanted to wish my daddy a Happy Father's Day and also a happy birthday (they are only a day apart).  He has been such a wonderful presence in my life, and I hope we get down to visit him often so that Wyle can learn from him, too.  My dad is the smartest man I know, and I love to learn because we shared such a keen interest in the world around us.  There isn't a more loving or protective father out there, and for all that you have done for me, I thank you. 

I hope all you other fathers out there had a great day. 

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Dark Stream


Hi everyone!  I hope you are enjoying the summer so far.  As always, it seems, there is a lot going on in our house, but I really just wish I was camping.  My grandpa was here a few days ago and of course I was reminded of our epic backwoods camping trip in the Sierra Nevada Mountains a few years ago.  This was one image from our trip that I could never get to look right - the extremes between dark and light were hard to reconcile.  But, I just worked it over again and I am liking the results better.  What really keeps me coming back to this image, despite its difficulties, are all the textures, from the rocky bank to the pine needles to the ripples in the water. 

Monday, June 4, 2012

Violets


Violets always send me to a sentimental place where I remember my early childhood in little flashes.  I remember a huge lawn out in front of my first home where violets grew mixed in with the grass, as nature intended.  It was a great joy to me when I saw those heart-shaped leaves coming up around my new home in Pennsylvania and knew that I would see these little purple beauties soon.