Tag: poetry

Along the Forest Path

The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, […]

Ruby Crowned Kinglet

Teeny, tiny little things that zip frantically in the trees looking for bugs. Ruby Crowned Kinglets love to summer in Canada and winter in the southern United States. Trying to photograph these little guys is really an exercise in futility. Rarely sitting for more than a moment, they […]

The Color of the Season

The crisp air fell onto the bay overnight. With a brisk breeze and clear skies autumn has arrived. With leaves falling like snowflakes and the color orange popping everywhere the eye sees. It’s as if the pumpkin fairy Godmother has dropped off pumpkins at every doorstep. Some big, […]

Fleeting

To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy. Henri Cartier-Bresson

Musings

Did I offer peace today? Did I bring a smile to someone’s face? Did I say words of healing? Did I let go of my anger and resentment? Did I forgive? Did I love?’ These are the real questions. I must trust that the little bit of love […]

The Maryland Zoo

The Maryland Zoo in Druid Hill of Baltimore, Maryland is a wonderfully presented small zoo. A wide variety of wildlife in wide open spaces are enjoyed up close and personal. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I feel like I’m nothing without wildlife. They are the stars. I feel awkward without them. Bindi […]

A Perfect Sunset

There is nothing is more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read but too little – the book of Nature. Claude Debussy

The Red Barn

  The Old Red Barn and I The first time I painted the old red barn I was twenty years old and the skies were blue. There it sat in the middle of the hay field Waiting to be immortalized on canvas. The second time I painted the […]

The Hummingbird

A flitter, a flutter and a chatter away, the Ruby Throated Hummingbird busily darts in and out of sight. Bejeweled in emerald and ruby, its delicate elegance shimmering in the hot summer sun. Sipping strongly from the sweet nectar, she suddenly zips off in rapid flight.