Woot! Woot! Kris, me n’ the bunnies are sending a salute to you!
After you told me about bracketing, I went spelunking through my 200 page camera manual and found this:
It lets me automatically push the exposure in several different ways on its own, and combines with other pre-set or manual options.
Thank you, Kris!
(The little bunny pictured, btw, lives in one of my flower beds – she was a gift from Michael. She’s the only bunny in our yard that doesn’t eat my flowers!)
Last Sunday we were in just the right place to see three separate deer herds quietly came out from hiding to graze. As they emerged, the setting sun bathed the deer in liquid gold.
Even the bare trees filled with light, as if glowing from within.
The land around us became a living tapestry, with no sound except that of the wind.
I wish each of you, Oh Best Beloved, moments like these.
A while back one of our windows developed an airleak that allows warm moist air to escape from our abode and collect on the inside of its storm window. Having spent numerous hours eying the window’s seals to find and fix said leak, it seems there is no way to stop the leak without sealing the window shut, or replacing the entire window.
That’s not gonna happen. Time wasted fussing over such a small item, in the grand scheme of what Michael and I face every day dealing with my rather intractable health issues, is time better spent on the bigger fish we have to fry.
I’ve decided to make lemonade from this lemon (Hi, Laurie!) and simply enjoy the sight of the spectacular frost swirls that develop on the storm whenever the outdoor temperatures dip below zero.
Here’s a sample.
Most Sundays, Michael takes me out for a ride to some spot where we can quietly enjoy the glorious countryside that is all around us. I thought you might want to see some of my favorite shots of what we’ve seen this year.
These lodge-pole pines tower several stories above the earth, each as straight as the next, with a thick carpet of sweet smelling needles underneath them. When I snapped this shot, a family of coyotes had just finished serenading us from a nearby spot.
We were watching twilight darken into night last week, at a nearby marina, when this blue heron flew past us, then settled in for the night. Before moving to Wisconsin, the majority of birds I noticed were house sparrows, and city pigeons. Living here, we regularly see scores of different species of birds, from tiny hummers to majestic bald eagles and even, on one memorable occasion, five of the extraordinarily rare and magnificent whooping cranes.
This is one of our favorite spots to watch sunsets, at the edge of a nearby lake. During the summer, we sometimes see lake sturgeon come to the surface, always a surprising sight as these fish are up to five feet in length.
Many of our friends and family have asked us why we moved, over twenty years ago, from one of the largest metropolitan areas of the country to a ‘backwater’ state, and into a small village to boot. “What’s there?” we’re asked. “Don’t you get bored?”
Bored? Surrounded by this?