I got these shots on the way back. From where? It doesn’t matter, except, I made you wonder. Ha! A field of yellow flowers, a pair of horses feeding, and it’s nearly an automatic photo op. So? How come we didn’t stop on the way to rather than the way back?
Sm, element 62 in the periodic table of elements. Rock, I’ve been under one. I was a chemistry major. I’ve been looking at the periodic table since I was in 9th grade. What? Huh? Where have I been? I just saw it and realize I have no recollection of this element. Use it in a chemical equation. Ha ha! It exists in nature. It is not one of the transitory elements they discovered in the nuclear lab. It sounds like it has Middle East connections. Beware! Meanwhile, you can laugh. In all of this time Pluto was a planet, then not, and now once again is. The statement, “I’m not a camel.” begs the question, “Then why are you telling me this?”
…we could travel freely? Right about now we are more than half through our second trip to Scotland. Not! Bad timing! Ode to corona: who thought a trip to our mailbox would be a threat to our health. Confused? No. Alas, we are not in Scotland. We were told the sheep were dipped – yellow – for purposes of health. We never saw another flock like it. Reasons on the ‘net include: ID, ownership, ewes, theft discouragement and who knows? We frequently staged some gag photos for the kids. Yeah, shameless Photoshop. Why not? Poor Colleen. Why hug a post box? Hey! You would have to look in my brain. Me? Some days I’m locked out. Thistle: the national flower of Scotland. And right now I wish we were posting: “Wish you were here.”
…take your dog…. Wow! She did it! She had the dog with her at a black-tie concert. She must know….?? The dog got a lot of attention. It (dog) didn’t seem to mind – attention or the surroundings – no noise. I kept waiting for it (the dog) to pee on her. In the second half the woman did leap out of her seat? … to walk the dog? But, alas, no, the husband and dog remained seated and she did not return till the end? A mystery it seems, that shall remain unresolved.
I like their persistence. Mr. Squirrel has not figured out how to defeat the bird feeder yet. (The cage drops down over the feeder holes.) And, the cats would dearly love to play. In this case everyone goes away without what they want. I’m not ready to feed the squirrel and the cats won’t get a squirrel either. The little birdies win, I think.
We bought a squirrel proof bird feeder. It cost $$. Why don’t I want to feed squirrels too? I would have bought a squirrel feeder. The feeder was squirrel free until today. And it works. There is a cage that closes over the holes when the squirrel’s weight is on it. The squirrel was getting something, but not an entire meal. Seeds spilled. Some, including the squirrel buddy, chose the easier way to go, on the deck. At least in this exchange the birds get a higher percentage on the deal.
Habitat. I guess we should feel guilty to see fox in the suburban neighborhoods. I don’t. I feel fortunate that I was there when this guy popped out of the brush and waited till I got my camera out. It’s fall. The fox is thin. Slim pickings? Disease? Sighting? Call me lucky to have seen it.
Ok! The camera is set up to number sequence your images. Each time it hits 9999 it recycles to 0. Got it? From 2018 to 2019 about a year and a half, I got back to the same number three times. Where was I? We were leaving on a trip. Ray and Nutley forlornly watched as we left. Ian, we were in Denver. Happy day! Geese. Somewhere. Random. Image 1 to image 20,000. It was quite a journey and counting still.
It’s hard to make a highland cow photogenic in the rain and mud. Some places arrange to have cows available for a photo-op. It’s a sure way to get tourists to stop. Then again, the photo-op is about what you expect. And the cows are not particularly cute in the mud. I guess it was enough to have a pic. If this was all, I would be disappointed. Under the circumstances none of these images were worthy. It’s all good. I had many others and got images elsewhere.
It’s the streets. Anything goes. It’s Scotland. Bag pipes! Statues have been done elsewhere. They are still fun. Harry Who? Owls are there on the street for the public to see and touch. After all it’s Harry Potter land. Fun.
This was worth a stop! We were speeding along to somewhere, when I spied this field of colorful sheep. Why?? I saw a similarly colored group once more during our trip. Otherwise it is/was a mystery. Disease prevention? Dyed in the wool? (sorry for the bad joke) What? We don’t know. It was definitely worth it to get the photos. I did not realize or know that I would not see this again. Whoa!
I see them. Not often. So, I photograph them when I see them. Logical. Detail, remember the rule of thirds, and so forth…. I look and try to make it mine. Sure, the subject is not new. It’s still a frog. But, I hope I made you look.
Scottish. Highland cow. It was a quest. We saw pictures, stuffed animals, post cards, tea towels… all with the cute images. The cows are not fierce. And because they are relatively friendly, the cuteness factor is not overrated. It’s not so easy to find them. It’s easy. You run into them if you are patient. Some tourist sites know enough and they pen a few within reach of tourist’s cameras. It always draws a crowd. The trick then is to get a portrait worthy of “cuteness.” Who thinks bangs on a cow is cute? Me!
I saw the motion of a leaping frog as I watered the plants. I dutifully retrieved my camera and got some shots. Another? More frog pictures? I have pictures of a green frog… as recently as a few weeks ago. It’s like all the fish I saw in the Red Sea. You take the picture. It might even be the same frog (fish). It has happened. Honest. I post processed and saw the brown spot on the frog’s head. A tick! How about that? No spot. Tick! Darn! Do you remove it? I never did know. The frog was long gone before I ever had a choice to help/interfere with nature. No tick for me. I hope the frog’s ok.
Yes, a frog climbed to the second story deck too. Why? To get to the top. Maybe he was promoting himself? Ok, bad joke. Another picture. I have a similar one from last year. Why not more frogs then? He has since moved on. I hope he got what he wanted.
Ok! I have a container garden. It’s elevated on a second floor deck. Snakes don’t fly. How’d he get up here? Motivated! And Colleen saw him. And, she hates snakes! Really hates them! I persuaded him to leave the deck. (See: Pushed him over the edge. I do that to people sometimes too.) In the garden bed below he was crawling away, none the worse for wear, when he was kind enough to stick out his tongue. Glad he made it. How far can a snake fall without injury?
Ok, it’s not a shout out to Wawa. There is a certain need to build a nest at a certain time. But location, location, location? This is a bit extreme. At least I would not want to be out where everyone can see. Why not a tree? Or, are other predators put off by all the people around?
Ha ha. I was hauling mulch from front to back. There, in the side yard under the trees were a pair of turtles. This was unusual to see. I see ones but ordinarily not a pair. Yes, they were caught in the act. Once they saw me the male moved off rather quickly, especially for a turtle. Yup, they can move if motivated. This leads me to question, in the whole wide world, how does one turtle find another?
My cats orbit without touching. They are in the same room – sometimes. Mostly they are never together. Cats don’t romp – generally. So, it was a rare picture indeed, to see them sitting side by side in the curtain at the door. I can stage them. Not really. But sometimes they do surprise me. I’m lucky to have had a camera on hand. They parted moments later.
Ida had foxes give birth in her barn. They would come out around 7PM. And we were fortunate enough to see them the night we visited. The light was poor. But I got foxes. Neat! There were a bunch of them. More than one mom? They were brave. One just stood his ground and let me get a closeup.
I actually had to pull these images off my iPhone. Per usual, I shoot an image with my camera. But I forgot…
Have I mentioned the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival? It’s huge. Folks from far and wide come. Who knew? It’s like a cult. There are a lot of people who love sheep and wool. And they spin and weave and knit and…. I’m a bystander through association. I have a big camera and it seems not too many (big cameras) are in attendance. Sheep are photogenic? There is a building devoted to photography and there are prizes for your best sheep portrait. I’ll pass. But here we are. And I suddenly needed something to send to the kids. If you know my sense of humor… the sheep contest. The judge waxed poetic about fleece, bone structure, roundness, squareness and so many other attributes. Sorry. To me, a sheep is a sheep and they all look the same. Heresy!! Shoot me at dawn. All around me they sell sheep – meat – lamb and mutton. Gyros! You can’t have a proper one without lamb. The folks selling did not look Greek. I didn’t buy any. But I can’t help wondering what happens to the losers? My kids thought the joke was horrible. They have their mother’s sensibility in them.
Sometimes, despite all the repeats, I fail to get the shot I want. Focus, composition, exposure, whatever, it’s not quite right. This little frog just jumped in front of my camera. My camera would not focus or the depth of field was too shallow. And so on and so forth…. I was planting the flower containers and the little guy just jumped out of somewhere. I caught the movement and got my camera. He waited. He never opened his eyes fully. He was perfectly calm and unflustered. He moved away later when I wasn’t looking. No real shot to pick from. But he was there posing till… he decided to leave.
Oh! I’m better than I thought. Somehow this second shot was not with my others. It’s better. Not great but better. It looks the same as the other but it was not cropped so severely.
The squirrel returns. Hey! It could be a movie. Squirrels gotta eat! This one came back to the feeder. He was caught in the rain. His coat and tail were soaked. The poor guy was about as frightened as could be when I confronted him. He was so fat from feeding that he had trouble escaping the cage. Off he ran. Good riddance? Nope he was back again a day or two later. It’s never done.
Ha ha, you might remember: Necessity is the mother of invention. But then, what do squirrels know? Look up youtube and you will see the mothers of all devices that attempt to prevent squirrels from eating at bird feeders. We got a feeder as a gift at Christmas. It took about a week for birds to discover it. That long?! A squirrel came by once and soon left. Ah! The cage works! Nah! Today the little rodent was inside the cage munching the snack mix. He’d already eaten the suet packages – one at a time on two consecutive days. I daresay he was so plump that he had difficulty escaping the bars when I confronted him directly. Just tapping my window pane drew only a sneer: come get me if you will. Now it’s full on war! Grease won’t work. Been there done that…
Hmmmm….aroused motivated cat?