A little friend
With mask and beak
To catch a gnat
Mid-air mystique
I was lucky enough to catch a yellow throat as it was eating and followed it for a time with my camera. Quick and agile they are. This video is rendered 1/2 speed.
Yellow Throat
Category: Freeverse
Ten Months Gone
Swimming in yellow and orange
Treading on ground long forgotten
A soul restored
10 Months Gone – It’s been that long since I’d walked these trails. So overwhelming to walk them again. An entire spring, summer, and some of fall gone now. Glad they opened it up. Found a little gnat catcher fitting in and out of some lovely backlighting – Mission Trails Regional Park
Waiting
“Oh yes, this is why I usually do not make full moon photographs ON THE DAY of the full moon.” How could I forget? The full moon’s rising is typically accompanied by no light from the sun.
Cameras are still junk when compared to the efficiency of the eye. Contrasts make it cry. You see, the light value of the moon far exceeds ambient street lights, etc. When the gain is lowered so the detail in the moon can be seen, everything else goes overtly dark.
This camera failure can be used to make some cool photographs. But for the full moon, it’s better to make photographs the DAY BEFORE the actual full moon rising….maybe even two days before the event. That way there can be some twenty minutes of balanced light and we can actually see what is what.
Otherwise, we need to make (2) frames and blend them in an editing program.
Also, if you’re going to hike up a trail and don’t expect to come down until after dark….bring a flashlight. I’m so out of practice. Luckily, the moon sufficed.
Will anything be normal again?
Moon over Santee Kwaay Paay Trail Mission Trails Regional Park
Pleasantly Fall
New carpet covers the path
As we pass one another
Our masks force us
To look into each others eyes
To see a smile
Smile we do
Speaking with our friends
Without words
The trees that cover us
Laugh at our limited vision
Sleeping in warm beds
What I saw:
SoCal trees are a little slow on the uptake. The nights get cool, but the days are still warm, so our poor trees become confused.
Eventually, like children, they concede it’s time to “sleep.”
The Weeping Tree
Winds buffet my face
As I run to your shelter
Youth has returned into my blood
Into the heart
Praying,
I ask for quiet
But the screams
Of unanswered dreams
Fall from the sky
Like the leaves of autumn
Lasting reminders
Brilliant and lovely
In their death
Sharing a moment
With the bark of an old tree
Lines etched on my forehead
We weep together
Sending drops into the river
Hoping for an answer
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