As I mentioned in previous posts, I should get back to both finishing the novel and documenting the cruise . . . and I will. Meanwhile, something recent. Warning; I’ve missed my long posts . . .
Honest, I have lost whatever photographic talent the unthinking universe gave me . . . out of about ten photos, including the hawk perched, the hawk launching, and hawk flying, only three photos were decent enough to publish here.
As usual, click on any of the photos to have them open in a new tab or window, or see the full size versions in the SmugMug Gallery HERE.
The rest of the hawk photos were either blurred or out of focus. Stinky-poo stuff I would not have staining these virtual pages.
However, I was pleased with these three . . . well, two; the first is a tad soft, plus, you know, all them wires.
All of these photos are in and around Monument and Palmer (dried-up) Lake. Aside from the hawk, I got me some scenery. Scenery don’t move much.
Also, there occasionally be stuff in it . . .
. . . in this case, horses.
It was a pretty cold morning (around 14º F, or -10º C), and I shot all the photos from the comfort of my Tahoe.
I felt bad for these horses; at least these next guys had leather coats to keep them warm.
On the other side of the road I was traveling (Spruce Mountain Road), a small herd of cows broke into a mini-stampede, but I was not in position to shoot them (other than through the windshield), and it was something I had never seen . . . cow galloping like horses, disappearing over a small hill. These guys were moving. One actually stopped at the crest of the hill as I stopped across it, and you could see its breath blowing from its nose. A very neat picture . . . which I did not get.
The buildings you see in the foreground are part of, appropriately enough, Spruce Mountain Ranch.
By the way, if you do go to SmugMug, and you look at the full size version of the photo, you can see hikers at the very end of Spruce Mountain. Hard to see, but they are there.
I got me a few more shots from the area . . .
I know; very repetitive, but I was looking for the artistic shot. The problem is I don’t be an artist, so I’m trying to guess how an artist (photography artist) would see this scene.
Here’s a better photo showing the people atop the mesa.
I feel like ducks . . . do you feel like ducks? Great; it’s settled, then.
These are ducks at the Monument Library pond . . . technically they are on the water, but it’s all frozen over except for a small corner.
I like the duck roughly in the middle and upper third of the second photo . . . I was not aware ducks, much like dogs, mark their territory.
When I got there, this bird caught my attention.
I was not sure what it was until I got home, but the way it held itself, I thought (improbable as it was) it might be a wren of some kind. I thought so because of the way it held its tail.
Those are not flicks of the tail . . . it was actually holding that pose, but it did occasionally drop it.
However, once I saw the markings, I could identify it . . . an American Tree Sparrow. You don’t see them much, as they prefer wooded areas during the warmer months.
Here’s another friend from past visits to the pond . . .
No, I don’t mean the Canadian Crap Machines; it’s the fellow with the bump, a Brown Chinese Goose. I’m wondering if they are now permanent residents here.
As some might have noticed from the second group shot, the moment I parked, the ducks started to wander over my way (I stayed in the car; them things are vicious). They do that whenever anyone stops because these birds get fed a lot. Adults, kids, adults and kids. Most often it’s bread (not good for them), but sometimes it’s actual feed.
Once they knew I was not bringing them food, many sat where they were, and they were close to the car, affording me decent shots shots.
Here they are, everyone sitting down again . . .
Here’s a closer look at the open water . . .
Yes, you are seeing correctly . . . our old friends, the Muscovy Ducks are still here. Perhaps they too have become permanent residents.
By the way, I’m listening to some Tony Carey . . . not that anyone cares.
Anyway, the ducks occasionally get up, move a bit . . .
. . . stop . . .
. . . and then sit back down.
With a loud honk, the geese decided to come and check things out . . .
. . . which got some of the ducks to stand . . .
. . . but most held their hard-won ground.
The Chinese kept advancing . . .
. . . and then the whole feel of the pond changed . . . a new dynamics manifested itself . . .
. . . ‘move to the right’ seemed to be the marching orders of the moment . . .
Something was driving these ducks, drawing them to abandon their North-South alignment, and head East.
Now listening to THIS, the first song (and video) I heard (and seen) of Tony Carey, way back in the good days of MTV, before it turned to crap.
Anyway, a few ducks remained behind, picking at the remnants of previous feedings . . .
Even the sparrow got into the act . . .
NOOOO! . . . little sparrow; that ain’t food!
By the way, I’m now listening to THIS.
I was finished, and started back home . . . and then I saw the distant Cheyenne Mountain and Front Range semi-shrouded by advancing clouds . . .
“This needs a panorama,” I told myself!
. . . I then looked around to make sure no one saw me talking to myself. Sure, it’s always an intelligent, entertaining, and satisfying conversation, but it looks odd to others.
Here’s the B&W versions . . .
Cheyenne Mountain is the one with the antennas atop it . . . probably better seen in SmugMug.
I’m finishing this post by listening to THIS . . . probably louder and in better quality (the music I’ve been playing is in my PC, stuff I own).
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