Hehet's Haven

And who can measure the immeasurable? The Spider Lily as the innumerable stars of the universe. We greet the coming of the sun, not with the heads of Medusa's and the underworld spirits, but with the light of life from the Creator God, Yahweh, having put all in subjugation to His grand song we all compose upon.

Folding Life

Holding forth the colors in a grand but humble display. I shout quietly the beauty coming forth from me! This creation from the dark veins of my pulpy core. I am not one to throw before you the wonder of this perfection. As you see, I have pulled back the petal of my perfection and I show that I have become as you.

Caress the Gold

It is a Friday. Yes, it is so hot out that most photographers have taken to the studio cool. We were to journey to the beach Saturday.
The prospect of the return to the calming influence of the Atlantic ocean at Crescent Beach leaves as a weep tide. Perhaps we shall journey after all, for as I said previously, I am there now, the waves gently lapping upon the worn one.
And so I sit and watch the caressing of the marigold, the sway of the amaranth, the song of the spider lily,the praise of the Gloriosa Lily and know if the oceans swell not for me, then I have this little garden of friends to carry me.

Two Sides

Two views of the same Sweet Gum leaves in the Spanish Moss. One from the front the other behind, or vise versa, depending upon where you prefer to stand.

River Otter

In the early morning low light under the thick trees, the River Otter made his appearance to me. He snorted continually, then swam underwater, leaving a long bubble trail for me to follow. After a few minutes of this following, he briefly surfaced by his den and I captured a few photographs.

Gulf Fritillary

Agraudis vanillae are returning to the Northern edges of their range to recolonize for the coming summer and fall. Today we encountered them in the fields surrounding Alligator Lake.

Eastern Black Swallowtail

Papilio polyxenes asterius returned today. It has been a long time missing you. In the coming days, as we flit among the Gulf Fritillary and Monarchs passing through, I trust our time upon the fields of lavender will be rich as you fulfill your Iliad.

Otter Man

I cannot get from my thoughts the inane comments a friend made the other day concerning her photographic approach. Too hot, water too low, do not carry camera, do not use little camera in phone...spending her time submitting to magazines, making a little here and there.
I thought of all this as I was again out in the heat of the morning, trekking about, so much overwhelming me, too many scenes I could stop and photograph. I was most pleased to see so many Gulf Fritillary butterflies in the open field. A few Monarchs and one Black Swallowtail. Sulphurs mixed and various moths. One or two of the photographs sang as the backlighting looked right and the background softly out of focus and the flash just right.
And then there was the otter. He saw me before I saw him and snorted into the water, his bubbles showing his path underwater. He would surface, look and snort. I followed him back and forth along the canal before his must of tired and surfaced partially by his den. I got several frames, though the light was dim and the flash not too strong. Later I returned at a slower pace, anticipating seeing him and I found him before he could see me, dozing on top of his den. Again, I got several frames before he snorted and went back to making bubbles. I waited for him to return for about thirty minutes, but he never did.
The thirty minutes was a good wait though, as I sat in stillness, the woods came back to life around me. The owls and woodpeckers called again. The turtles surfaced. The dragonflies lit near me. I thought, we are the big foot in this nature, crashing about, making noise, intruding.  The rest was good.
Even though it neared noon, the time they say photographs should not be taken, still many scenes shouted for me to capture, capture! If you allow yourself to be hemmed in by the inane, like, too hot, water too low, everyone is doing that, sun too high, you will miss so much.
I mean, I was out there, right in the middle of it all, and looked at all I missed! 

Signs of Life

the shutter on the A540 often sticks and just a slit of an exposure is made. This time, with the help of a sunset and the sprinkler going, the slit reminds me of my own vision, often so narrow and confined. Darkness enveloping upon the light. But as the title suggests, it is not the closing in on life, but the opening. The promised signs of life. All about. Just for us to have the touch applied.

Shroud of Tevis

How does one explain? In the sprinkler the face of the Christ, as depicted upon the Shroud of Turin. The mystery of photography. The unintented consequences. It is what keeps me keeping the little camera or the bigger camera at the side.

Life of Hummer

This poor little female rarely gets to taste from the feeder. The male hummingbird dominates the feeders by the window and tries his hardest to maintain sole ownership. You would think it would be to his best interest to let her feed, but he will have nothing to do with fair play. I spend up to an hour each morning trying to capture these hummingbirds in the right light and pattern. They are so fast, that rarely do I get one that is acceptable. I use the D40 Nikon since it has a 500 shutter speed that syncs with the flash. This helps freeze the action. I also like to use a slow shutter speed under 15 with the flash. This gives a nice ghost image. Mainly though, I am just contented to get one hovering or sitting on a limb next to the feeder.

Icon Tree Truckers

It was one of those photographs I have taken, only to realize, upon further investigation, there is more to it than first seen. My first impression as I followed this tree truck to work one morning last week, was the little branch hanging over, and the large trunk. They were like being taken prisoner, slaughter, cemetery, etc.
Then, I got to looking at the rust patterns and clearly to me, on the right side panel, a distinct graphic depiction of Jesus as drawn by artists. He has a sad countenance. He is looking off to the right. Am I the only one who saw it? I certainly did not see it when I first took the photograph.