1 Kings 6:35 And he carved thereon... open flowers: and covered them with gold fitted upon the carved work. Monday, 8:26 Am - Taking a day off work to relax; the girls are off school as well. Sitting under my patio heater at sunrise; a bright orb rising to my left. Lidia spread the new pine straw last week and the yard is looking prepared for the spring growth spurt. A patch of mist hangs over the meadow behind the house. The daffodils are now all in vibrant yellow blooms throughout the yard. The days are noticeably longer now; about 50 minutes longer than just one month ago. There is a loud Red-shouldered Hawk consistently calling off to the southeast in the woods not far from the house. A flock of blackbirds pass through, followed by a group of 30-50 American Robins, the heralds of spring. The Towhee is close by my patio, calling from a perch on the fence… certainly spring approaches! I fill the suet and seed feeders. The first visitor is a clamorous Red-bellied Woodpecker. Amanda and I picked up the boat and trailer from Johnny’s house on Saturday. It is now here and ready for use any time (if we can ever get the time to use it!). We also scrubbed the mildew and spider webs from the canoe getting it ready for a Hard Labor day trip. Athens, Georgia
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Song of Solomon 2:14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. Saturday, 2:28 to 3:36 PM - Coming home from afternoon outreach, our backyard was alive with a cacophonous group of raucous blackbirds, Cedar Waxwings, and American Robins. Truly, springtime is arriving! Seeing all the increased bird activity, I decided to take some time for myself to enjoy the birds at my backyard feeders. To increase my chances of capturing some shots, I took down the regular bird feeder and scattered some seed on a nearby rock. I then laid down on my belly under my daughters' trampoline. It didn't take long for the birds to find the seeds on the rock. Although my family and neighbors may think I'm weird, I laid perfectly still for over an hour firing away. It was a great day for birding, and I didn't even have to travel to any exotic location. In just over one hour, I saw twenty-two species in, or over, my own backyard! Athens, Georgia
Tuesday, 8:14 AM - On occasion, there are magical moments in life: a beautiful sunset; a comforting moment; a relaxing cup of tea; a reunion with an old friend. They don’t happen all the time, but that’s what makes them magical.
Early one morning I was at the animal shelter to shoot some dog adoption photos. A golden sunrise was hitting the ripples on the water of the retention pond out back. The warm orange glow of the sun reflected off the deep blue water in a harmony of natural, complementary colors. And almost as if beckoned, a family of Canada Geese gracefully cut across the water within the scene. Everything blazed orange in the rising rays of the sun. I’ve walked past this same scene many times. But on this occasion, it was a “magical moment” and I just happened to be there. Often, these magical moments may seem spontaneous or appear of their own accord. But can we as photographers “help create” these magical moments? We sure can! We can increase our chances of capturing a magical moment by being conscious of time and location. Be there for the “golden hour”. Sunrise and sunset times can be found easily on our smart phones. A compass on the same phone can even let us know the direction of the sun as it hits the horizon. If you walk the same area or park often, don’t let it become common and unnoticed. Think how a particular patch of woods, or pond, or trail would look under different light or conditions. Magical moments are magical, but we can have a hand in bringing the to fruition!
John 1:2 -- He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. Friday, 4:41 PM - at the end of a hectic Friday, finally closing the loose ends on an impounded Paso Fino and an uproar over a pitbull attack, I stepped out behind the shelter into the bright blue, fifty-two-degree afternoon. It was a tad breezy, but much more quiet and peaceful than the office. Out on the water, more Hooded Mergansers had arrived. There were now two males with a harem of eight females. One female was off toward the back side sitting in pond weeds and letting out a croak in almost timed intervals. The other females floated in a group, while the two feisty males paraded themselves in, around and through the ladies. One male was particularly more flamboyant than the other. He was bobbing his head, crest fully erected; spinning in circles; then paddling swiftly off in a straight line. Although they were a bit too far for my lens to reach, it was still an entertaining affair. A female Cardinal seemed to enjoy watching me as much as I did watching the Mergansers. Twenty minutes later while heading off toward home, just around the corner on Pannell Road, two Turkey Vultures were enjoying a feast in the grass. As I slowed the truck, one took flight. While the other debated about fleeing or staying near his food, I was able to get a few shots. With the truck still gently rolling, and another car approaching from the rear, the image wasn’t too sharp. Leaving the camera in full manual mode makes it harder to get these impromptu wildlife shots. Perhaps the more I practice, the better I’ll become. Nevertheless, when I got home, I saved two user settings that will allow me to grab the camera and begin firing with a few auto settings to capture the moment. If the critter sits still long enough, I can then switch to manual and begin my fumbling around with buttons and dials. But most likely, until I become proficient, the camera will make better decisions on the fly than I. Walton County, Georgia
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