Monthly Archives: February 2017

Hiking Buddy – A Perfect Match

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Any hike, on any day, with one of my grand kids is a perfect match.

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Forest in Watercolor

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1/160,f9, ISO 200, 210mm

Hiking with my grandson, I took a picture to show in the LCD screen that the log in the pond was not an Alligator. In that shot I notice that the clear blue sky, harsh light and stiff breeze combined to make a remarkable abstract on the pond surface. So what you see here is out of the camera, sharpened in Lr. I did take the liberty of flipping the photo vertically so that we are viewing it right side up.

Against the Odds

The odds of such a beautiful weather in Northeast Ohio today was a good start. Trail comradery matched the day as I perused the trails with many birdwatchers sharing what they had seen and where. Coming out of the woods to cross the dam of the 10 acre pond at The Wilderness Center, I spotted an unusual sight swimming with the Canada Geese. Another birder was similarly focused. Neither of us knew what we were looking at, so a little teamwork ensued. Using my camera to freeze some detail and her birdwatching app, our discovery was a Blue Goose. Or, the dark morph of the Snow Goose. It had been adopted by this flock since, according to All About Birds, it does not migrate through Ohio. Snow geese are the color of their name. So, you get the picture; it was a day Against the Odds WPC challenge of the week. O, and the birder? turns out she’s from our neighborhood. What are those odds?blue-morph-snow-goose

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Blue Morph – Snow Goose

The Light is Still On…

 

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Leaving the Light on for Ya

 

I keep thinking this dilapidated old barn is waiting for someone to come home. A prodigal maybe? Makes me think that when lost, seemingly forgotten or even forsaken, God still knows my name.

He Knows My Name

I have a maker
He formed my heart,
Before even time began
My life was in his hands

He knows my name
He knows my every thought,
He sees each tear that falls
And hears me when I call

I have a father,
He calls me his own
He’ll never leave me,
No matter where I go

He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And hears me when I call

He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And hears me when I call

He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And hears me when I call
He hears me when I call

Songwriters: TOMMY WALKER
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: LyricFind

This Solitude will Soon Pass Away

 

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Solitude has a Season

Winter hiking, even on a sunny day, usually is a solitary event. Few people enjoy its solitude with me on the trails. I’m scouting out new trails to add to my circuit. This lakeshore trail has some promise. I was immediately greeted by a Kingfisher who was not interested in a portrait. I headed inland into a mature forest and about 1200 feet of ascent. It was more than enough to keep me warm on a breezy and brisk day. There was no overlook on this portion of the trail but  the open canopy provided some nice vistas. One hawk did not appreciate my intrusion on its solitude. The opportunities to observe spring birds and wildflowers looks promising, but by then I’ll be sharing the trail with others fishing, backpacking, and listening to Boats on the water. I spotted the telltale markings of a Bald Eagle in the distance – another sign of promise. For now at least, I’ll enjoy the winter solitude.

Sunday Scene: Buckeye Trail, Muskingum Watershed, Tappan Lake Park

Weekly Photo Challenge: Solitude