In case you missed last night’s full “super” moon. Here it is sailing past a church steeple by Lake Quannapowitt in Wakefield, MA. Our natural satellite appears larger today because it is closer to planet earth than usual.
In 2002 I was making most of my landscape photographs with a Toyo Field 4×5 view camera.Here is one of my favorite images from those days. Alas, I have not used the view camera in many years; the purchase of my first digital camera — a Nikon D70 — put an end to that. But, one of these days I’m going to unpack the old camera. I miss the slow deliberate pace of adjusting the tilts and swings of the camera movements. I don’t miss waiting days to see my work on the developed sheets of film. This photograph is available as an exhibition-quality fine art print and licensed for commercial use.
This afternoon my daughter and I met several turkeys during a walk in Lincoln, Massachusetts. While I was photographing the large ungainly birds a woman passing by said, “Aren’t they beautiful, look at all the colors?” In contrast, Molly said, “It looks like you can see their brains.” What do you think? Create your free online surveys with SurveyMonkey , the world’s leading questionnaire tool.
This afternoon I led a photo walk at the Ipswich River Wildlife Sanctuary in Topsfield. This image called “Mozell’s Water Lilies” is at the Rockery Pond. We were entertained by a beaver who swam repeatedly around a giant snapping turtle — whacking his tail, while the turtle spun around in the water as if struggling with its dinner. Quite a show
I’ve been watching this little family for some time. When Mom is away at the Worm-o-Market the kids pass the time by arguing and tussling a bit and grooming easy other. Every once in while, one little one will make some practice wing flaps. Mom returns from the hunt and lands or a nearby branch, scanning the area for predators and photographers. She deftly lands in her nest and hands a worm or bug to one of the kids. How does she choose who gets fed?
She hangs around a bit, scolding and teaching, then decides to take a rest and plops her plump body protectively on the babies. Some time passes and she flies off again, searching for another juicy morsel. The lives of robins in the spring.