Sunday, February 26, 2012


Well winter is coming to an end soon and I'm glad.

Saturday, February 25, 2012


When April winds arrive
And the soft rains are here,
Some morning by the roadside
These Fairy folk appear.

We never see their coming,
However sharp our eyes;
Each year as if by magic
They take us by surprise.

Along the ragged woodside
And by the green spring-run,
Their small white heads are nodding
And twinkling in the sun.

They crowd across the meadow
In innocence and mirth,
As if there were no sorrow
In all this wondrous earth.

So frail, so unregarded,
And yet about them clings
A sorcery of welcome,--
The joy of common things.

Perhaps their trail of beauty
Across the pasture sod
In jubilant procession
Is where an angel trod.

[The end]
Bliss Carman's poem: Bloodroot

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Along the river

With the warm weather I have been out enjoying it. Not much ice along the river, but still many subjects to photograph. I was playing around with slow shutter speeds and water. The blue skies added some nice color to the smooth water.