their song was glorious Today I went hunting for geese to shoot with the "good" camera. I walked purposefully west along the lakeshore where a small gaggle had been yesterday. No luck. Returning home, I dropped off the camera, grabbed another scarf against the wind and walked east along the lake. A mile later I saw the first 100. But I carried on, around the curve, and there they were, singing to the sky at least 300 of them.
As you may remind me, "Silly goose, don't you know they always show up when you leave the camera at home?"
Race back home, return this time in the car... to the park and... the song of the geese....so loud it holds one in place, with no thought to the work at hand.
This one's for you, Mr. H. The same lake background layer as the image two posts below, with the geese isolated and superimposed.
2 comments:
Hey - did you really take these pictures yourself? I didn't know you had that great of talent. HEE! HEE! I love the ice one especially - you know birds of a feather must flock togeter. Keep up the great work!:>
Oh, do I miss the days when my heart spoke the same way. And I saw all I saw through the eyes of God. A photographers dream. A yearning of ones heart to be as close to one with Him as one could imagine. Without the business of the world to distract our purpose. Thank you for bringing me back to my hearts cry. Joyce
Post a Comment