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The sun has been shining and temperatures hovered in the mid-forties for the past few days. Not bad for December in northern Michigan. Even so, this late in the year the pickings are sparse, and the birds appreciate the seed we put in the feeders. I appreciate them stopping by during the day so I can make some images.
So as part of the deal with the birds, I took photos as they pecked at the seed. I used my 200 – 500mm lens on my Sony A77 (Factoring in the crop factor, I effectively have a 300 – 750mm of lens.) and from the comfort of our kitchen made these shots over the past couple of days. I adjusted my shutter speed between 1/500 and 1/1000, set the aperture at f11 and (because the birds were fluttering in and out of the sun and shade) set ISO on auto.
Here are handful of the shots I liked.
December 8, 2015
It’s been a week and a half since the July 4th and I finally found the USA t-shirt I wanted to wear on the holiday. It’s the one shirt I keep in a special place so I can easily find it on the one day a year I wear it. Couldn’t lay my hands on it July 4th, but stumbled right onto it yesterday. It was in a pretty good spot at the bottom of a box where I keep my old t-shirts. Had I looked in the box I am sure I would have found it. I just tucked the box away too well. So I put it back in the box and have every hope of finding it next summer. (Somebody remind me about July 1 next year, where I put it.)
We had a lot of fun with family and friends over the holiday. We went to the local parade, the grandkids did some fishing -and catching too. We ate a lot of good food, toasted marshmallows in our fire pit and, in the evening, drove back into to town to watch a terrific fireworks display.
The 4th of July is a colorful holiday with all the reds, whites and blues and I took a lot of pictures. But my favorite image (below) was close to my last shot of the day as the fireworks was winding down. It was okay in color, but when I stripped out the color, I found something different… blacks and whites instead of the rocket’s red glare.
It was the end of a good day for our country and with our family.
In our previous life, I held fast to a philosophy of never shoveling snow after March 1.
It just didn’t make sense. Downstate, when it snows in March, it melts fast and is gone in a day or two. And, to the best of my recollection I only had to compromise my rationalization a couple of times.
There was St. Patrick’s Day 1973 when more than a foot of snow fell overnight. It was still snowing when I woke up that morning to the roar of a snow mobile in front of the duplex. Not a normal street sounds inside the city limits where I lived. It was a day before the street was plowed and it took me about that long to clear the driveway.
The other time was in the mid-nineties. I don’t recall the exact depth, but the snow was piled high enough that my neighbor, a good fifteen years my senior, offered me the use of his snow blower. “My cardiologist says every man over fifty ought to use a snow blower.” he told me, “Just bring it back when you’re done.”
I was only forty-eight at the time, but saw no advantage in putting too fine a point on the issue and accepted his offer.
Of course, things are different here north of the 45th parallel. I know I must remove snow from the driveway in March. But, it was difficult for me, on March 1, to consider removing snow from the roof of our home. I balked at first, but in the end took into account the near record snow fall this winter; the lack of any mid-winter thaw that would have reduced the snow load on the roof; daily temperatures still hovering in the single digits and, of course, the always wise counsel of my wife.
So we hired a couple of guys for the job.
No, I did not attempt the task myself; I am well over fifty and know better. Plus, there was no way I could get my snow blower on the roof. Here a few images of what the process looked like at both houses…
(And I don’t care what happens, I am not shoveling snow in April!)
One of the benefits of sorting, reorganizing and deleting images from years past (as I am slowly working at) is rediscovering some nice photos I’d forgotten. Like this shot I took in March, 2012 of ice piles on Lake Huron along the east end of the Straits of Mackinac. Much like the weather lately, it makes me cold just looking at it.
So I’m spending the rest of the afternoon sorting photos taken in any year -as long as it’s July or August. At least until I warm up…
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I spent last week at a nature photography workshop in the Upper Peninsula. There were nineteen of us in attendance and we each took hundreds of shots of waterfalls, big Lake Superior waves, sunrises, sunsets and more. But it was this old truck along on a two-track road that caught the eye of more than […]