Project 365/258 – Sea Treasures
She sells seashells by the seashore. The shells she sells are surely seashells. So if she sells shells on the seashore, I’m sure she sells seashore shells.
Capturing the year one day at a time.
She sells seashells by the seashore. The shells she sells are surely seashells. So if she sells shells on the seashore, I’m sure she sells seashore shells.
This morning I held my first Bird Photography workshop for the Anne Arundel Bird Club in Kinder Farm Park. We had twelve participants and it was wonderful spending time with people that have a passion for birding and bird photography and wanting to improve themselves. It’s funny that […]
Along the beach of St. Augustine, a Willet was dodging in and out of the surf looking for dinner. The delicacy of the day are Sand Crabs hidden in the sand. After extensive searching, one was found. I watched him run around a bit with the crab […]
I stopped by Kinder Farm Park today to scout out a birding route for a bird photography workshop I’m leading on Sunday. This cute little kid was in the middle of a paddock, all alone. So adorable was he, I set my 500mm lens on the fence line […]
I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws. Charles Baudelaire
It’s time for another guessing game contest. Let’s see how many alligators you see in this image. The first three with the correct number will win a 8×10 print of their choice of this year’s images. Your winning image can be selected from my Flickr Gallery. “When you […]
Man’s unique reward, however, is that while animals survive by adjusting themselves to their background, man survives by adjusting his background to himself. Ayn Rand
Humans are kind of story-propagating creatures. If you think of how we spend our days, think of all the time you spend on entertainment. How much of your entertainment centers around stories? Most pieces of music tell stories. Even hanging out with your friends, you talk, you tell […]
Your days are short here; this is the last of your springs. And now in the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven. You will go away with old, good friends. And don’t forget when you leave why […]
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. Rabindranath Tagore As each day passes, we are closer to our sunset. To live our lives with such color, hope and beauty. To ride off into […]