TREES – BLACK AND WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE

CEE’S BLACK & WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE: TREES

Nice to have a challenge for which I am very well positioned, what with living in the middle of the woods and all.

I took some pictures of the wood yesterday because I noticed the first yellow leaves showing on the trees, but they are intended to show color, so it’s back to the archives.

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last snow bark winter

Natural black and white. Winter in New England IS monochrome. A few minor color accents, but otherwise, black and white.

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SERENDIPITY PHOTO PROMPT 2015 -20: GEESE

SERENDIPITY PHOTO PROMPT 2015 – 20
26 August 2015: GEESE

It’s Frisbee Wednesday again. Time just scoots right past me and this summer has been a blur, a whoosh of color. Bright blue skies and puffy white clouds. Spider bites and boats. Green shade trees on the town common and the cool green waters of the river.

This is the 20th prompt I’ve done. I am having trouble accounting for at least 20 weeks of my life.

And today … it’s …

Goosey goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn’t say his prayers,
So I took him by his left leg
And threw him down the stairs.

Nursery Rhyme by Mother Goose

These were wild geese. They were willing to share space with us … as long as we didn’t get too close.

The geese were not afraid of us, nor were they tame. Not “office park” geese either. The geese who take up residence in parking lots will boldly go where no goose has gone before, are afraid of nothing. At least nothing human.

We did our best to be stealthy. No door slamming, driving into the parking lot slowly, quietly. No talking. Getting the cameras out in the car, then walking softly, getting as close as we could without making the birds nervous.

Having long zoom lenses on our cameras helped too.

And then. there was the day I encountered this goose. He pretty much posed for me, giving me his good side. Sidling right up to me, apparently wanting a handout.

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Turned out, he was a domestic, pet goose from a nearby farm who just dropped by and wanted to be paid for his personal appearance.

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As usual, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to pick one of my pictures or any of your own photographs and write about it. Directly, tangentially, sadly or with humor.

This message will self destruct in …

FIVE … FOUR … THREE … TWO … ONE … (long pause) …

Kaboom.

Oops, still here. Never mind.

AUGUST IN A SMALL VALLEY TOWN: MONTHLY PHOTO CHALLENGE 08

Monthly Photo Challenge: The Changing Seasons 08

This marks the last full month of summer as our world turns, here in the northern hemisphere. August closely resembles July, although the green has deepened.

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If you live in this region, you know that the color of the leaves changes from month to month from light golden green in the spring, to this very dark — old green — of late summer. As if the last of the summer months is putting out all the green it has got before the great burst of color in the autumn.

These pictures were all taken during the past week in and around the little town of Uxbridge. The majority of them were shot on the Commons in the middle of town, the remainder either on our property, or along the Mumford River which runs through town.

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Most of them were shot with the Pentax Q7, the little camera that can and does.

In case you don't think climate change is real, this is the might Mumford river.

If you think climate change is not real, this is what is left of the mighty Mumford river.

Cardinal Guzman, the host of this challenge, has totally blown us away with his own galleries this month. Absolutely, go take a look. Amazing photography.

ALL AROUND RED

MY FACE ISN’T RED … BUT OTHER STUFF IS!

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So you want red?

The last time my face was really red, I had a terrible sunburn. I’m not much of a blusher. Lacking a hugely embarrassing story to brighten your day, here is red of the world.

In flower, cars, trucks and the leaves of autumn. Barns and carousels, bricks, cranberries, and peppers. Red, redder, scarlet. Bricks and bright fabric. Red, my favorite color that isn’t black. Back “in the day” (whatever that means), my favorite “semi-dressup” was a black outfit with a red blazer.

I haven’t worn a blazer in years, but I think I still have a dozen of them in my closet. No wonder I can’t find my tee shirts!

IF WISHES WERE HORSES

“If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride … ” – Old Proverb

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I do not know what a wish looks like, though I think it might look like a rising sun over a glassy harbor. Beggar that I am, I wish for a horse to ride and one more.

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Gentle, well-school mounts so Garry and I can ride together again. And, I wish all of us the best life can give us — many sunrises on the shores of bright summer days.

THERE LIVED A KING

Once upon a time long ago there lived a king who built an amazing castle high atop a mountain in the desert.

From his aerie, the king could see almost his entire kingdom except for his capital city, which lay far to the south. Still, from the great height of his castle’s ramparts, he could see for many miles and it was magnificent.

But there were hardly any people. Eagles flew by. Sometimes one of these great birds would stop and perch on the castle walls, but then they moved on to wherever eagles go. Sometimes a passing mountain goat, looking for greener grasses came close, then wandered off.  No one came to visit. It was too far and too hard to reach.

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Eventually, the king felt so isolated he barely remembered what it meant to be a king or why he had moved to a place so beautiful but empty. Realizing he was lonely and would remain so if he stayed where he was — after a few more years passed because he was a stubborn ruler and the real estate market for second-hand castles on desert mountaintops was soft — the king abandoned his mountain retreat.

He left the walls and the turrets for the wind, rain and wild creatures to do with as they would.The monarch took his most treasured belongings and returned to his city to be with people, his people. And there, with life bustling around him, he was no longer alone or lonely. Sometimes he missed his castle in the desert and dreamed of it.

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Away in the desert, atop its mountain perch, the castle began to crumble in on itself, yet even to this day, if you travel through the desert, you can see it. There it is, high on its perch in the Painted Desert, overlooking a tiny, silvery river. You can visit, if you like.