16 Mar
The low light at dusk created unusual pictures.
It added movement, more movement than the deer actually made.
I couldn’t tell if it had its eyes on me, or if it ignored me as it ate.
Parts of this deer became almost transparent from the camera movement as it ate. (All these pictures were taken of the same young deer.)
No, it wasn’t raining, like it looks in the picture. I couldn’t hold the camera still enough to get more realistic pictures.
My fingers are crossed, hoping the deer will return.
23 Oct
I was outside last night with my camera and was trying to get good pictures of the moon. The pictures weren’t good or interesting until….
I started experimenting. It was a full moon.
I would move the camera slightly to getthe interesting effects.
It didn’t take much movement to get the variations in the moon.
It surprised me to get the long “moon” with very little movement.
Now I wait until the next full moon so
I can experiment more with my moon pictures.
17 Apr
A spider spun the long length of silk above. Actually, it’s all one piece.
This is the same strand of silk as the one above. A slight breeze or air movement moves it and changes how much of the silk is seen.
The spider silk is flat and easily moves about in the slightest breeze. Movement changes its appearance.
Each of the pictures has a short white flat strip of spider silk too. It’s in different light from the ones in the sunlight.
(The silk wasn’t twisted like in the bottom picture. I don’t know why it looks like that in the picture.)
24 May
Water has many “faces.”
The mirror for a spring day.
Ripples roll yellow-rimmed shadows, like a spilled bag of marbles.
An abstract shadow of the floating leaf.
Look close — there’s the yellow-rimmed shadows. There’s also faint surface reflections of sky and trees near the bank.
Sky reflections show water movement and faint designs of nearby objects.
Every tiny bubble reflects the same view of above.
Larger bubbles become a “lens” that distorts the circular view around it.
The water’s surface … a Monet painting?
Ice formed into the shape of either a bell or a hat.
The surface of the water freezes. Lines form as the water level gradually drops, and the ice continues to form only where the water touches it.
I have no idea how this ice formed. It had to be magic.
23 Feb
The ice on the driveway finally melted enough I could get out safely.
So, what did Buffy and I do? We headed for a short outing at Stone Face.
“Is that a turkey?” was my repeating thought when I saw something dark in a big corn field. When I see turkeys in that field, there’s usually 15-20 of them.
As I got closer, I could tell it was a raccoon. I stopped the truck, left the motor running, opened the door and took pictures.
It kept feeding, totally unaware of me. The cold wind had me slowly in and out of the truck. The raccoon didn’t see me until I put the truck in reverse and backed toward a place where I could turn around. It took off at high speed toward the woods “way back yonder.”
The final road to Stone Face was shaded and too icy to drive. I backed up to turn around again. As I approached the road where I planned to turn right, the road going up a small incline …. I saw an animal crossing the road. At first glance it looked similar to the partial albino otter I had in the yard last year. I got the truck stopped. The animal — a dingy blond, bushy tail, and its underside all black (not the tail) ….. a skunk! It disappeared into the thick of things before I could get a picture. Its fur was bushy, longish, backlit by the sun, and looked poofed by the wind.
I wish you could see the mental picture I filed in my memory of the encounter!
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This brought up another raccoon memory from way back when. Luckily, I made it out in one piece. I was standing/drawing in the woods, not far from a gravel road. Then I heard movement behind me … 4 young raccoons, walking in a straight line right towards me. Behind them came the mother, who was rooting around for food. None had spotted me. I moved, not wanting the adult to get too close.
She made an alarm noise. The young darted up the nearest young trees. She ran into the tall grasses. The young had no fear of me and were quite curious. They stayed where they were. She called to them. They stayed put. She kept calling, and they finally ran over to her.
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Two days ago, Buffy and I went on the drive above. We made the same trip today. It was nice to have most of the ice melted. Cloudy weather’s no reason to stay home, especially after so much ice confinement.
We headed for Stone Face again, this time on the highway and then through the corn fields on a blacktop road. Geese flew all around. Large flocks were coming our direction from the north and east. They practically blackened the fields in places, and their honking increased.
We’ve had a lack of sunshine for a few days. I do apologize for the quality of all these pictures. I took them from a stopped truck. That it was still running, didn’t help much.
And then …. and then… 37 “white pillows” off in a cornfield … swans. I was then on more ice than I wanted to be. I made one stop after another trying to get the best view.
The road was mostly ice because of being shaded by woods along the south side of it. I eased up to turn around on the Stone Face road, and ended up going on up to the creek. Temperature was below freezing, and no sunlight left most of the ground in the woods with more slippery ice than uncovered leaves. Needless to say, we didn’t stay long.
And then … on the way home … wild turkeys fed in a corn field. There were 20-30 of them. I didn’t count. They were scattered out and not close to the road.
Now you see why we make this drive often. It provides a short outing when I feel the need for one. Buffy’s always willing too.
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Both my sons automatically call me when they see something they know I’d want to see. This morning it was bald eagles. I immediately suited up and was out the door. My first thought (which I’m sure came from them), “Put the petal to the metal.” I stayed within the speed limit. Keith said there were two in the field and one circling to land.
One eagle was fine with me. The morning was overcast, and the eagle was a ways out in the field. I never shut the engine off in a situation like this, because it usually alerts the subject to my presence and shortens the encounter. I eased the truck up when the eagle was bent over feeding.
Oh my, what a good 4 days in terms of wildlife. The only thing I missed was a coyote (which I rarely see anyway).
There’s my excuse for another loop drive!
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Ended up I didn’t make another loop drive. This morning Buffy and I were on our way home from an outing, when I heard a distinctive bird call — sandhill cranes!
They flew in a large formation and were gone in no time. Then behind me, came more calling. Another group headed our way. With their distance and height, I couldn’t see if they were on the camera display or not. I just aimed, tried to focus and took as many pictures as I could.
Now, yes, I’m sure this time … this is the end of this blog!
15 Jan
… which this wasn’t.
I took these pictures through a not-quite-clean double-pane picture window. The deer was feeding on leaves of what looked like vines.
The young deer reminded me of a close encounter many years ago. I was hiking at a limestone barrens on Shawnee National Forest land. A light brown shape caught my attention. Why would anyone leave a lunch sack in the barrens. I went to retrieve it … it was a very young fawn. It remained motionless while I did a rapid sketch of it. Then I left.
Then I thought, “I bet the mother was just inside the woods, watching me.
That memory quickly took me to one of another close encounter. I returned to camp on rural property I own. Four or five biggish young birds were hunkered down in the mowed grass near the pull-in. I did a gesture drawing, all the time asking them aloud, “What are you?”
Then I heard movement to the left and behind me. A hen turkey was sneaking toward the taller grasses where we didn’t mow. She had been feet from me. I didn’t see her because I’d locked in on the young birds. Obviously, she didn’t perceive me as a threat. Needless to say I decided it was time to leave and walked causally to the truck.
I wrote and illustrated nature articles for several local newspapers for almost 10 years. Obviously, this kept me hiking and camping a lot. Wildlife didn’t notice me when I was in deep concentration. One time I sat on the ground, drawing mosses. I heard movement and here came a coyote trotting down the short hill toward me. It saw me when about 12-15 feet away, “turned the corner” and kept on trotting.
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Another memory just came to me, one that left me shaking.
I hadn’t seen my first wild turkey yet and knew they were feeding up the hill from camp at my rural property. I suited up in camouflage, sat at the base of a tree with my 35 mm camera in my lap. No turkey. I dosed off. Wind rustling the trees woke me, only the leaves weren’t blowing. To my left — here came a 4-foot kingsnake. Somehow, I grabbed my camera and quickly made it to a standing position. My movement stopped the snake’s movement 5-6 feet from me. My hands shook too much to take a picture, besides, I wanted more distance between us. I stepped back several steps and watched it. Finally, it started moving in the same north east direction. It stopped when it came to the warmer ground where I’d been sitting.
It would’ve gone — or at least started– across my lap if I’d been asleep.
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All this from watching a young deer in the backyard.
