Low we go 3 of 14

Dropping to my knees, I tried to envisage from the vantage of the creatures who lurk below my steps. Coming closer to the level they live, I was able to discern what lay ahead with clarity. I heard from the earth a trembling, as if legions upon legions were on the move.

Trail of light 2 of 14

And so I continued down the trail, this presence following to my right. I brushed aside the palmetto and bay leaves, continuing on. If there was to be a confrontation, I was determined to meet it head on, with camera out and focused upon infinity.

The Meeting of the Mist 1 of 14

It was a cool Saturday morning as I walked quietly along the palmetto and gall berry lined trail.  Something continually caught my attention in the dark cypress hammock over to the right of the trail. It was a foreboding feeling one gets when he senses a bear or danger, this mist like presence watching, hovering in the trees. A mile into the forest, I had gone too far in to turn back. And if I did, who could outpace this mist laden with the weight I carried?  I  was being drawn forward as all about the woods were anxious and ready to burst from the stillness. The Mists beckoned, taunting, challenging. And so that was how the morning unfolded. I invite you to come along on this fourteen part journey.

Wood Duck Box

The box is put together again. You can see where I used a single hinge instead of the old two. That is the flap where you can reach in and clean out the box or tag the birds I suppose. The box tag is on the bottom. The top is screwed down. Under the hole inside is a mesh ladder to help the chicks climb up.

A Pileated Chase

Pileated Woodpecker

Out of the several from a distant shots I was able to get off of the elusive pileates, this one perhaps was the sharpest. Others were blurred somewhat but showed the crest fully lit up.

Walking Wolves

Neighborhood Wolves

Walks with Wolves

We got a a treat in the neighborhood this evening as the owner of the wolves walked them around the block. This one was crouching at my dog JT coming his way before I called him off. Do not think JT knew what he was able to get into. It was neat as the wolves not walking howled and howled.

Green Ditches

I have eaten to the root my field of a hundred acres. I now want the lush weeds the other side of this fence. I live to scrape the living green from the scenery. I am never content in my field of a hundred acres. I dream of the lush weeds the other side of this fence.

First Shots

Some days when you go on a photo outing, your day is often over long before you realize it. In this case, today I sat for over an hour and waited for woodpeckers and owls to emerge who never did. This was the first shot I bent and snapped on the walk into the hammock.
At that point, I could have turned and returned home, as this was the only one from a hundred I picked to blog.

The nerve center

in the converted bedroom the computer desk now resides. Technology abounds for the technologically ignorant. But we plod and persist. The ipod touch ever present for music from Pandora and any messages on Facebook. The note pad for thoughts. The two computer laptops, the monitor unhooked, waiting a tower. The remote with TV just to the left. The books, mainly reference, the old Mizpah book first in line, the angel calendar and the coffee mug with the Duncan Doughnut coffee from the Kreups machine.
The frantic hand raised to the heavens for help too.