Archive | August 2015

Up Here….

I can see better.  It is clearer and nobody is my way.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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Blue Skies

DSC_0124 (3)At first I really liked this picture because of the blue sky and the clouds, but now it takes on a whole different meaning.  As I look outside, it is cloudy. It has been a very strange summer.  Up until about mid July, it never got overly hot. It was a cooler and rainier summer this year. I also have a feeling that winter is going to come in with a vengeance and skip right over fall.

Shouldn’t be a surprise. That is weather for you.  Does what it wants, when it wants.  People always blame it on where they live.  “That’s Ohio for your.”  That’s everywhere for you.  It doesn’t really matter where you live. Weather is not consistent and rarely what we want it to be.  I’ll take it, though. It means I am here for another day and it doesn’t get much better than that.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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They’re ducks.  I guess my photo excursions just wouldn’t be photo excursions if at some point some type of bird did not take off flying in the middle of my shot.  They never fly when you want them to.  It is all good, though.  They add a little something to the picture. At least I think so.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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Sooty Grouse

No, I’m not name-calling.  That is kind of what it sounds like, isn’t it?  You, sooty grouse.   I guess that I am actually name-calling.  After all, that is what these little guys are called.   A Sooty Grouse, which apparently is one of the largest of the grouses in North America.  At least according to  So give it up for the Sooty Grouse.

Never heard of a grouse? Me either.  I had to look it up. Do you know how long it took for me to find a picture of them with a name? Okay…so, it wasn’t actually all that long.  Five or so minutes, but it just felt like I should have a more dramatic portrayal of the moment.  So, be sure to go back and re-read that with an exasperated dismay.

Apparently, a grouse is a Galliforme, which are a part of the Phasianidae family.  Did you like all those big words?  Thank you, Wikipedia.  Basically, the grouse is in the same family as chickens, rooster, quails, and what not.  Who knew?  Probably a lot of people.  I didn’t. I’ll admit it.

What I do know….they had no problem standing on the grade of the mountain peak.  That wet, narrow road at the closest tip of Mt. Sutton.  It was raining and that rainy mountain fog was setting in.  Here I am driving back down the mountain and there they are.  Just standing there…in the road. Not blocking me, but if you were coming from the other direction, you were going to have to stop.  They were pretty neat.  Maybe I am more of a bird person that I give myself credit for.  Or….and this is just a guess, maybe it is just that I’m finally seeing birds that I have never seen before.  That is always fun to do.  Anyway,  have a beautiful day and tomorrow.


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Though, I’m not a big bird person, I like birds. I like photographing them and what not, but to sit and bird watch….not really my thing, but I do love ravens.  I don’t know what it is.  I mean, they’re not necessarily the prettiest bird out there.  Not really all that colorful.  They’re kind of simple. That could be what it is.  Simple, on the larger side, and more powerful of the smaller bird species.  Maybe to some of it, I can relate.

“Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.” ~Edgar Allen Poe~

When I was looking through pictures, thinking about what to post next, I saw these guys.  They made me think of Edgar Allen Poe’s, “Nevermore”.  When I hear this poem, or read it, I never really picture the everyday ravens that I’ve seen up to this point.  I always pictured this larger, scarier, Halloween decor kind of bird.  These birds fit that bill.

They were just big.  Bulky. Flocked together.  Black feather in this misty fog that graced the park.  Walking with this confidence. Perching with this condescending aura. The kind of bird that you can picture taunting Poe in his poem.

It was such an entertaining scene to me.  It made me smile and made the story wheels in my head turn.  Most might equate the scene as something out of the movie, “The Birds”. Them, just lingering around.  Perching in trees, perching on logs. Watching with content. Silently communicating.  Waiting. Plotting.  Soaking in the sun when it showed. Coming out of nowhere but that early morning fog.  I could definitely think of a story or two for the scene they gave me, but for now…all I can think is “Nevermore”.   Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

“Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,…” ~Edgar Allen Poe~


“But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered –
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before –
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'” ~Edgar Allen Poe~

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Hiding in the Grass

Hiding in the grass
Beneath everyone’s feet
Deep in the weeds
Where nobody can see
Just me and my own
High or low
Doesn’t matter I know
I always have the wind
Lingering beneath my wings
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