AUSTRALIAN MOON, GUEST PHOTOGRAPHER BOB T – Marilyn Armstrong

Sometimes, wonderful pictures deserve another “go round”

I really admired these pictures on Bob’s site. Over the course of the past year, he has gone from “snapping a few pictures” to being a really good photographer. He does, I admit, have a real passion for shots of the moon … but many of us do. It is, after all, the only thing in space we can take pictures of using normal lenses!

My passion for moon-shots is somewhat dimmed by the number of trees in the way of my lens. I’ve only gotten really good moon pictures when I was somewhere lacking trees. Parking lots. Beaches.

Locally, we are very thoroughly treed in and not just at my place. All over Massachusetts. Last I read, we are 60% treed in this state, most likely because most of the big farms are gone to where the soil is better — flatter and less rocky — and the climate is more amenable for growing bigger crops. We do have apple orchards, but not much else beyond local corn, cucumbers, tomatoes, and other salad stuff.

So these pictures aren’t mine. Two Red Wattlebirds against a slipper of a moon … and a beautiful, clear shot of the moon itself.

Enjoy!

You can reach Bob directly at his Blog:

Lovewillbringustogether’s Weblog.
Australian Red Wattlebirds and a silver slipper moon
Perfect moon in another sky

Also, if you are ‘into’ sky and star pictures, this one wonderful photograph with explanation, too:

This Is Not The Centre Of The Universe…

A PHOTO A WEEK: CIRCLES & SQUARES – Marilyn Armstrong

A Photo a Week Challenge: Squares and Circles
The railroad man’s watch – A Circle in a Square!

Squares in a square

BASE BEAST IN A SMALLISH TOWN – Marilyn Armstrong

FOWC with Fandango — Base

Another week has run away. Left me in the dust.

Maybe it’s just me, but time seems to have sped up and each time I look up, a week, two weeks, a month is gone.

Garry is running errands and I’m at home. With the dogs who obviously wish Big Daddy Doglegs would come back.

Because mom isn’t nearly as much fun.

I got some interesting portraits of Gibbs this morning. He’s fuzzy. A bit grubby. A bit matted if you look closely, but he is 100% cute with a weird factor of 9 out of 10.

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And today, for some reason, he reminds me of “poor Larry Talbot,” the Wolfman.

He’s got a werewolf face, doesn’t he?

Lon Chaney Jr. as Larry Talbot, the Wolfman
Lon Chaney Jr. as Larry Talbot, the Wolfman

But, to be fair, Gibbs doesn’t bite so no one will catch his terrible illness. He’s even delicate about dog biscuits. I think he will keep his monthly moon mania to himself.

Still, he really DOES resemble poor Larry Talbot.

SQUARE AND BEAKY BIRDS RETURNING TO THE FEEDER – Marilyn Armstrong

Square bright birds back for a big feed

The feeder was almost empty. The birds hadn’t been coming. I wasn’t sure whether it was because they didn’t like the food or they had personal business to take care of.

Maybe the food had gone off?

Perhaps they were nervous about the hawk?

Were the squirrels pushing them out of the feeders?

Or they off elsewhere and busy building nests?

Birds of many colors!
Hairy Woodpecker dines alone

There were a few. They would fly in, grab a seed, and fly off. And the big Mourning Doves had been gorging on the Red Milo which none of the other birds like but they love.

A yellow finch in flight and a waiting red finch
Red and yellow finches
More bright finches

But today, it rained and suddenly, everyone developed an appetite. Garry pointed out that we had to feed them because there was practically no food left. I had simply been waiting for the rain to stop. But I had to agree — somewhere along the line, they had gotten hungry and come back to the big buffet on the deck.

Maybe the squirrels and doves had eaten the food they didn’t like, but when we put out fresh food it was like the woodland telephone lines lit up and suddenly, out of nowhere … birds flew from everywhere.

Bright yellow and red birds, showing for the first time their breeding colors.

House Finch
Two finches and a chickadee and the tail of something else

The color changes are quite remarkable. The birds that disappeared were dull buff and greenish-yellow. The returning birds are bright red and brilliant yellow. Breeding colors because it may not feel like spring, but the birds know: it’s time to nest, time to make eggs and breed babies. And there is lots of food!

Love the tail pattern!

Which should, logically, mean that this year, at least, we’ll have a lot of birdsong in our woods as well as the loud clattering of woodpeckers. And very likely, lots of bushes and sunflowers and all kind of strange bushes growing along the deck.

I have a few pictures. I have a few more pictures, so this is the start, but far from the finish!

Not only spiky squares. Jagged, barbed, bristly, serrated, prickly, spiny, and pointy things and this is one.

A SPIKY, SQUARE FULL MOON ON A MISTY MARCH EVENING – Marilyn Armstrong

A square, spiky full moon on a misty night

Last night, just as I was packing up and ready to go to bed Garry popped into the living room. He had already removed his hearing aids so he obviously didn’t expect an answer.

“I could be wrong, but it looks like a really full moon out there. You might want to take a few pictures.”

Of course, I wanted to take pictures. I’ve never been able to take successful pictures of the moon from this house. The trees have always been in the way. I do have a great lens now, but it’s not a fast lens. It’s perfect in daylight.

I thought it might work because the moon was so very bright, but when I realized I could feel the mist in my face, so I knew I wasn’t going to get the face of the moon. I hoped it would be clear tonight and maybe I make up for it … but it’s raining for real now.

Meanwhile, these are as interesting a set of pictures as I’ve ever taken.

Not only spiky squares. Jagged, barbed, bristly, serrated, prickly, spiny, and pointy things and this is one.

HARVEST MOON: A SQUARE FOR BECKYB #7 – Marilyn Armstrong

MOON TIME – 
A New Square for Becky B

Before we had calendars, the moon was our calendar.

The month was new when the moon was new and was growing old when the moon began to wane.  At month’s end, all was dark.

Full moons have names, too.

We know that the Harvest Moon comes at the time of the harvest and that the Wolf Moon follows a month (moonth) later. The moon makes our seas rise and fall — and makes us loony.

This was the full Harvest Moon on the first day of Autumn, September 2016.

Full Harvest Moon, September 2016

THERE’S A BAD MOON RISING – Creedence Clearwater Revival – Marilyn Armstrong

There’s a Bad Moon Rising

And just because this is really what I was thinking about. Maybe because for some obscure reason, it sounds like it means more now than it did before.

And it’s also one of my all-time favorite songs. Actually, ALL of Creedence is favorite music for me. Pretty much every single song.