Some seasons I see quite a few rabbits, others I don’t. This alert little guy was at the Nisqually Wildlife Refuge just as we were walking the last bit of the trail. It stayed around just long enough for me to get a shot or two before it hopped away into the long grass.
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Rocks and feathers; feathers and rocks
Remnants of an overnight stay. I go down to the river’s edge early in the morning, walk the perimeter and search for the details, the hints or evidence of recent activity. These feathers speak of the recent visit by a flow of Canadian Geese that took some respite before I arrived.
Wings and Sunshine
Movement, action, sunshine, and a bird’s wing. Capturing a moment in time, a bit of su nlight caught in this bird’s wing as it preens. That curve, that tilt of a head, that fan of the wing. It’s just that moment that makes photographing such a joy.
Autumn Leaves all in a row
Some people might just see dead things. I don’t. I see shapes and color and curves of autumn. I see a sleepy time, hibernation, and soon, the advent of rejuvenation. I see a richness of texture and depth of color, curves and lines. I see the shadow of a curled, brittle leaf. I see life that has run its fruitful course. I see families, I see teams, I see closeness, I see huddles. I see sleep, and napping on a cold autumn morning. Do you see just a bunch of dead leaves or do you see possibilities?
Merganser at Nisqually
A common merganser scoping out the low tide at Nisqually Wildlife. The the hairdo on these little guys, they are so cute to watch. The epitome of bad hair days or just plain punk style and ready to rock and roll.
Textured in Stone
Textures, colores, curves, and shapes. The details of imagery. Like a turtle shell, bright and standing out from the dark background surrounding it. Details in nature are so intriguing to me. The only way to really discover it is to stand quietly for a moment. Listen, then slowly scan the area. Study the environment. Use the microscope and zero in. Maybe a color, maybe a texture, maybe just a very slight movement.
In the abstract
Sunlight is never the same. It glimmers through the trees in the mist in this photograph, giving it a somewhat abstract dimension, in a black and white of shadows and trees and mornng sunlight. One of those times when I enjoy playing with aperature and speed and see what develops.