This is the story of a caterpillar’s trip across a what Kousa Dogwood blossom.
I like to post images in series or multiples of 3, essentially trying to tell a little short story. That’s why I was excited to find 3 halfway decent images of this caterpillar crawling across this white Dogwood blossom. When I discovered the caterpillar initially, it was sitting at the edge of the dogwood bract essentially where the middle image above shows the caterpillar. I got a couple images of her just sitting there, like trying to decide what she wanted to do. As soon as she started crawling across this bract and over the dogwood flower bunch in the middle, one couldn’t stop her if they wanted. Hmm, makes me wish I’d of slowed the shutter speed down because she raced across those white bracts. I was surprise that I didn’t find any racing streaks. Might be interesting to seeing a blurred caterpillar racing across? Maybe next time.
The story of 3, I hope you enjoy.
It’s kind of funny. I was at the Eagle Sanctuary near Astoria, OR and saw no eagles. Was closer to the mouth of the Columbia River in Warrenton, OR and saw two, plus a falcon surrounded by a bunch of blackbirds.
The first image is of course a falcon. I’m not adept enough to identify the type of falcon, perhaps a Redtail? But if you look closely in the branch to the left of the falcon, you’ll see the head of a little blackbird. This blackbird got it inside it’s head that it was going to bug the big bird of prey, 5 times it’s size. Probably because it’s nest was nearby? There were actually several blackbirds attacking, swooping, chirping and all kinds of pinching a fit while this falcon stopped by. Finally it had enough and gently flew off to another tree, blackbirds trailing behind.
The eagle is a male, I was told at the time I found this image. There was a younger fledgling sitting in this tree also. Which I guess is rear? But alas the fledgling got cropped out of this image. He couldn’t really be seen through the branches anyway.
Hope you like these images of Wildlife along the Columbia River. Remember to share.
Admitted, this is kind of a weird post I guess.
In my travels and everyday effort at creating images of flowers that I pass by, I’m bound to come upon some bugs flying around and landing on those flowers. I like to zoom in close to these creatures when I find them to see what they are doing. Usually they are just sitting around.
Sometimes the flies sit on the flowers for while, others they are sitting only briefly. The ladybug in the image above had a mission on this particular day. She was just traveling all over this pink flower when I got this image. I think it might even be a little blurry? I tried getting more images, but was only able to get this one because by the time I was ready to take my next picture she was under the flower petal and trucking back down the stem. I would have loved to have followed her around for a while just to see where she goes.
I was able to find a few images of these flies, especially the one on yellow above. They just sat on the flower like they knew what I was up to, probably hoping they could make into some magazine for flies? The fly on the pink petal is a little blurry, but still kind of interesting. Would love to get closer to these creatures, but alas, need a different camera lens in my life.
Anywho, I can probably expect that you won’t share this post, it’s kind of icky with the flies. But if you find it in your heart to share I’m sure this creatures would love to be seen far and wide.
I’m not drawing any connection between the Daffodil flower and Leap Year! It’s just a leap year and these are the Daffodils I’ve see growing in my neighborhood so far. I wanted to put out a post on Feb. 29th and Daffodils are what I’ve been finding images of lately. They are pretty prevalent this year in the Pacific Northwest. The Daffodil is part of the Narcissus family of flowers and symbolizes rebirth and new beginnings. Happy Leap Year and enjoy the Daffodils!
I always think fondly of the William Wordsworth poem “I Wonder’d Lonely as a Cloud.”
“I wandered lonely as a cloud, That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
“Continuous as the stars that shine, And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line, Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
“The waves beside them danced; but they, Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought, What wealth the show to me had brought:
“For oft, when on my couch I lie, In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye, Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.”
This past weekend, I was afforded the opportunity to photograph for local artist Sandee Burman once again. Sandee has been in the Portland art scene for many years. You can see more of her work from my last visit to photograph, by visit my first “Featured Artist” – Sandee Burman post. I’ve also featured Sandee’s work on a second blog post as well. Her dark and realistic landscapes very much capture the Oregon landscape that is present in our neck of the woods.
The first image above I fell in love within almost immediately. She definitely captures the light in the trees for this piece. I feel as if I’m looking out my window.
The second piece captures the first snow of Winter.
The last piece in this collection doesn’t have a name yet. Maybe you can help. I think it should be called Rainy Oregon Landscape, but that’s seems somewhat cliche to me? What do you think? Help name this piece?
I visited Tryon Creek State Park yesterday in SW Portland yesterday and was afforded the opportunity to photograph new Spring growth in the forest. Those images will be forthcoming in future posts here. While out there walking around, I came across this little feline, with her human, out for a walk also, her name is Cleopatra and she reminded me of my awesome cat whom I lived with for 16 years. See my memorial tributes posted on this blog a year and a half ago. When Sinatra was younger he used to go for walks with me in the forest. I loved it. That forest was in my backyard, so it wasn’t difficult to get out. As far as I knew Sinatra never walked out in the forest by himself, but whenever I would go he loved to follow. And Cleopatra kind of looks just like Sinatra did. Such a cute cat, I was glad I got a chance to capture the moment.
I’m trying to create more posts here on my blog. I’ve been busy of late getting up to speed with a new photography job. Things are getting back to normal now, so hopefully you’ll get to see more posts here. Don’t give up on my.
Well, it looks as if Winter is here in the Pacific Northwest. While Winter officially doesn’t start for another couple weeks, the weather we’re getting is definitely Winter-like. I love the rain! The snow? I tend to have problems with. Fortunately, we don’t get a lot of that in Portland, OR anyway.
In getting ready for the gray colors of Winter, I wanted to feature some images with a little color. And the Golden Milkboy Holly bush filled that desire with plenitude. With it’s read berries and multi-colored leaves this plant is a hardy one that can withstand the Winters and Weather of a Northern climate. Portland is an ideal place to this plant to flourish. I found these images while walking around Hoyt Arboretum one morning. Hope you like? Let me know in the comments section, and remember to share this post with all your friends.
I am absolutely bummed that not a single person has responded to my offer for creating Fall Portraits! Please see offer by visit this link – Lunchtime Photo Sessions. Well actually, one person responded saying it was a good idea, making it seem like she might be interested. I contacted her with more details but I never heard back regarding. I’m absolutely devastated about this missed opportunity, and the missed opportunity to work with others to find some great images during this Autumn Season. I mean, I absolutely love conducting photo sessions, but I seem to never get the opportunity.
Fact is, I’m not getting very much response at all regarding any of the blogs I post? I’m really trying to figure out where to go from here. Any feedback would be appreciated? I mean, here on WordPress, from other WordPress members, I receive a small number of likes on my posts, but nobody ever visits? The total number of visits to my blog on a daily basis averages around 10. The average number of “likes” I receive could be somewhere around twice that. And, nobody ever “Shares” my blog posts. I’m trying to figure out how one can like a post if they’ve never been there to see the post? Maybe WordPress isn’t the best place to facilitate a blog? I’m not sure? My blog just seems to have gotten lost in the WordPress fodder.
I’m convinced that I’m a fairly decent photographer, definitely not the best out there in the World, but aren’t I better than to be subjected to an average of 10 viewers per day? Any feedback that can be given that could shed some insight would be greatly appreciated. Would love to become a featured blog on WordPress, but I guess the chance of that happening are fairly slim?
Well, that’s my rant for the day! These days I’m outdoor finding images of Autumn. In my travels I’ve created some pretty interesting images of trees and leafs changing colors. Today I want to feature some trees I’ve come across. The images above are of a Paperbark Maple Tree, a Red Oak Tree, and a Birch Tree. Hope you enjoy, sorry for my rant, and please share.
This is what I found when I walked by a Sugar Maple Tree this morning. It was quite a mesmerizing experience to me. Oh My, the red colors. Up close, and far away, this tree produces some electrifying red tones, striking from just about every angle. I hope you like this weeks selection of images, in celebration of Autumn 2015.
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Well, as the season changes and the leaves begin to turn I wanted to present some colors of Autumn in this week’s blog post. I’ve been going around where ever I can to find some colors of change. I think I may have succeeded already. I found these images at Hoyt Arboretum where I’ve been visiting early Sunday mornings over the last couple weeks. Love the early morning walks, when nothing is around except the squirrels and birds. Actually, that’s not entirely true, I’ve seen a few dogs taking their humans out for early morning walks or jogs. But I’m surprised to see not very many others. We’re very lucky to have such a place as Hoyt Arboretum with over 6000 species of trees covering 189 acres of land. It’s been there since 1928 and many of the trees and groves are simply a treasure to be among.
Be on the lookout for more images from the Hoyt over the next couple months. It will be my mission to document more season changes as Autumn passes through and we get close to Winter. I want to get to know the place, so I’ll just keep going for occasional Sunday morning hikes all the way until the new growth starts popping up in the Spring. If you’re in the Portland area and want to come with, be sure to look me up.
I hope you like this week’s post, be sure to come around next week more more Autumn Colors. And remember to share and share alike.
Okay, part two in a two part series, last week featured Sunflower Buds, this week it’s all about the Sunflower. Here are some images I found out on Sauvies Island a couple weeks back. We were late for berries, I thought Marion Berries fruited in August? But this year we were late at the end of July. Bummer days for berries, but we found the flower garden, with bees flying all around the flowers. These are some of the sunflower images I found that day.
The Sunflower is a very interesting plant. It seems like it’s grown mostly as a decorative flower these days. It’s considered a weed in most parts of America now, but is edible and was very integral to the Native American way of life in early America. It grows fast and can easily take over a field when unmaintained. But it’s foliage is powerful in it’s ability to clean the dirt. Taking the toxins out and re-establishing the dirt for cultivation. Some farms today will grow Sunflower around the outer edges of a farm field, then plow the foliage over the field after the field has been harvested. But it also requires a lot of work to keep the Sunflower growing in a limited area. A lot of manpower is needed often during the year to keep the Sunflower maintained. Making it hard to be a widely used cultivated plant. But we make do anyway, by consuming mass quantities of Sunflower Oils and Seeds as a delicious snack. What can I say, it’s a delicious plant.
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This is actually the first of a two part post. The Sunflower images I’ve managed to collect from this year’s offerings are pretty cool, in my humble opinion. I just have to share! Let me know what you think. Next Saturday, I’ll put out a post that features some Sunflowers in full bloom.
I just can’t help but gaze at these images, they are really that cool. I think I got lucky. But being originally a born and raised, good ‘ole Kansas boy, where Sunflowers are the state flower, I might be a little bias? Let me know what you think? Or, simply enjoy this images as they are presented. And wait in anticipation for next week’s images.
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Allowing me to continue what’s become a yearly tradition now, the annual Portland Rose Festival took place last month here in the City of Roses. Here is this year’s installment of the annual Ferris Wheel post on this blog. Be sure to check out the post from year’s past to refresh your memory – Wheel Keeps Turning and Portland Ferris Wheel. But let’s not forget about the Vertigo post from two years ago.
This year’s installment is from a somewhat different perspective. It’s good to change and as such the festival setup required me to be on the lookout for new creative visions of the Ferris Wheel. I think I found it? What do you think? This year instead of placing the Ferris Wheel parallel with the Willamette River, they placed it perpendicular to the river. But as such it ended up being parallel to the Morrison Bridge. These images we created while standing on the bridge at dusk one evening. I usually don’t like standing on bridges, in fact I usually don’t like bridges at all, they vibrate and shake a lot. On one side of the Morrison Bridge, the sidewalk is barely wide enough to place my tripod on it. It’s particularly challenging when a pedestrian wants to get through.
Anyway, I think these are some pretty cool images. What do you think? Constructive Criticism is always welcome. Please remember to share.
Rumor has it the infamous airplane hijacker D.B Cooper landed in the Washougal River Basin after skydiving out of a Boeing 727 with a bagful of money during a thunderstorm way back in 1971. Many folks say he lived happily ever after, perhaps somewhere along the Washougal River? But then there are others who say he perished almost immediately after leaving the airplane. He was never located and the mystery still plagues the region like Big Foot.
The Washougal River Valley is an easy place to get lost, I’ve even been lost once along this river. That’s kind of a silly story, having to do with Google Maps, that I love to share, but perhaps I’ll save it for another post? This river valley is definitely beautiful, beginning it’s 33 mile course South of Mount St. Helens in the Gifford Pinchot National Forest and ending at the Columbia River just East of Portland, OR. While more development has recently shaped the valley it was still pretty rugged when I first moved to the region just 12 years ago. Washougal River Road is one of my favorite drives and I love to stop along the way to find some images.
The first image in this post is just a peaceful shot of the river meandering along the rocks and trees. The second image is another, but if you look closely there’s a small fish jumping out of the water very near the center of the image. I waited 45 minutes to get a better image, the fish were jumping like crazy on this day, but I could never find a better one. The third image is of a tributary along the River. Not sure what this creek is called, but it’s sure beautiful.
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I just can’t seem to find images of the beautiful rose flower this Summer? After an entire month of celebrating this venerable flower, I can’t seem to stop posting images. Here’s another, and I’ll probably keep posting, though not every day during this month of July. This is the very beautiful Scentimental variety of Rose. It’s beautiful red and white signature is different with every flower I’ve seen thus far. This is probably one of my favorite images from this collection. By all means, scroll through this collection from the previous month and leave a comment letting me know which one is your favorite.
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Okay, here’s a little different Rose flower. This is called a Hellebore, or also know as the Lenten Rose Flower. It grows closer to the ground then the average rose, and it’s an early Spring flower rather than Summer time. That’s why I’m waiting until July to post this image. After a month-long celebration of roses in June, this flower didn’t quite fit it, but still it’s called a rose, so I figured I’d give it a little honorable mention post. Very beautiful in my humble opinion.
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by Jennifer Benfer
Tell me what I’d have to change. Who would I have to be
To slip into your arms; for you to make sweet love to me.
Must I climb the highest cliff; swim along the ocean floor
Crawl over broken glass – would you demand that I do more?
Could you take me as I am, with my issues and my flaws
Pull me to your chest without a hesitation or a pause?
Slide your hungry tongue between my parted lips.
Run your anxious fingers along my quivering hips.
Wrap me in your passion, expose your every need.
Press your steamy lips to mine, every secret freed.
Sprinkle your tears across my cheek, confess every desire
Moan my name, call me yours, and set my soul on fire.
Need me more with every breath that slips into your chest,
Please me nightly, miss me daily, never compare me with the rest.
Grip my wrists; look in my eyes, and say the words I long to hear
Kiss me roughly, and weep my name, forever hold me dear.
Do I ask for wishes that could never quite come true?
Is my sin, my greatest fault, that I can’t stop loving you?
I look at him,
And a smile grows in my face.
Just to remember the times,
When he could’ve been mine.
As he gives me a hug,
While he puts his arms around me.
I remember what I would’ve gave
To only have a chance with him.
But now I see him,
In a different light.
Yes, he still means the world to me,
But now its a different way.
His friendship means a lot to me,
Although we never had much anything else.
Now I see why God doesn’t answer all prayers,
Because some things are left better untouched.