Scillia

Spring burst through 

the ruins of last years garden

Electric Bee

Spring is finally here, 

and so is my Electric Bee.

Home Run

A shot of Jaun Bautista Of the Toronto Blue Jays

in a game against the New York Yankees

with some Photoshop Magic.

Croci

Hackmatack Sketch

Easter Sunday, early morning

some sketches of my folks

backyard

Pondering...Mistinikon

My Pops last visit to a place

he built and loved, October 2009

At this time he did not know

But somehow he did and so did the lake?

The entire day it stood so still,

as Iv'e never seen it before.

I captured the 1st shot...

then he captured me!

Hooded Merganser

                 Male Hooded Merganser

                                            with spring on his mind!                          

                 "where is my Sweet?"

Ben

My Mothers 4 year old

Labrador Retriever

Handsome boy!

Pileated Woodpecker...Exposed!

These shots were in low light

so I experimented with over exposure

using Photoshop Elements 11

Avian Lumberjacks

Pileated Woodpeckers 

Male and Female

The male has the red chin strap

April Sunset

Crocus 2014

1st Blooms of 2014

In Gardner's Garden

"It takes courage to be Crocus minded,

God I would rather wait till June,likewise roses,

when the hazards of winter are safely behind,

and I am expected and everything is ready for roses.

But Crocuses?

Highly irregular,knifing through hard frozen ground

and snow sticking their necks out,

because they believe in spring

and have something personal and

emphatic to say about it!

~Jo Sorley

A Study in Blue

                                                          No brigadier throughout the year
                                                          So civic as the jay.
                                                          A neighbor and a warrior too,
                                                          With shrill felicity
                                                          Pursuing winds that censure us
                                                          A February day,
                                                          The brother of the universe
                                                          Was never blown away.
                                                          The snow and he are intimate;
                                                           I 've often seen them play
                                                          When heaven looked upon us all
                                                          With such severity,
                                                           I felt apology were due
                                                          To an insulted sky,
                                                          Whose pompous frown was nutriment
                                                          To their temerity.
                                                          The pillow of this daring head
                                                          Is pungent evergreens;
                                                          His larder — terse and militant —
                                                          Unknown, refreshing things;
                                                          His character a tonic,
                                                          His future a dispute;
                                                          Unfair an immortality
                                                          That leaves this neighbor out.

                                                               ~Emily Dickinson