I'll Fly Away
Some glad morning when this life is o'er,
I'll fly away;
To a home on God's celestial shore,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).
Chorus
I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; (in the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).
When the shadows of this life have gone,
I'll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)
Chorus
Just a few more weary days and then,
I'll fly away;
To a land where joy shall never end,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)
Chorus
song by Albert Brumley
I'll fly away;
To a home on God's celestial shore,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).
Chorus
I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; (in the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).
When the shadows of this life have gone,
I'll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)
Chorus
Just a few more weary days and then,
I'll fly away;
To a land where joy shall never end,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)
Chorus
song by Albert Brumley
“Love that’s worth fighting for, that’s what this is.”
After 8-9 years of hunting eagles on the Presumpscot and Androscoggin Rivers, I am now exploring the Kennebec River. I absolutely love mating season, probably more than in March/April when eaglets hatch. Bald eagle pairs mate for life and in the fall they begin their yearly courtship. They are fascinating to watch! They soar in the sky in dancing rituals, they sit together for long lengths of time, they reclaim their nest and territory, and they continue to keep a watchful eye on their prior fledglings. I have seen them wrap their wings around one another and even kiss, beak to beak. (And of course other unmentionable activities) They are fiercely protective of everything that they claim as “their own.”
After 8-9 years of hunting eagles on the Presumpscot and Androscoggin Rivers, I am now exploring the Kennebec River. I absolutely love mating season, probably more than in March/April when eaglets hatch. Bald eagle pairs mate for life and in the fall they begin their yearly courtship. They are fascinating to watch! They soar in the sky in dancing rituals, they sit together for long lengths of time, they reclaim their nest and territory, and they continue to keep a watchful eye on their prior fledglings. I have seen them wrap their wings around one another and even kiss, beak to beak. (And of course other unmentionable activities) They are fiercely protective of everything that they claim as “their own.”
“The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?”
Anne of Green Gables
For Kristin ... quick otter uploads from my camera!
River Otter
River Otter
Outer Banks NC
Tundra Swans
I made this image for my grandchildren. I have added it to my store.
Raptors Eagles Owls
Raptors Eagles Owls
Bald Eagles nest
'Great Shepherd of the sheep,
Who all Thy flock doth keep,
Leading by waters calm;
Do Thou my footsteps guide...'
Who all Thy flock doth keep,
Leading by waters calm;
Do Thou my footsteps guide...'
Sandhill Cranes
Sandhill cranes have been nesting in my home state of Maine since 2000. Small breeding pairs migrate here in the early spring and then gather in the fall to migrate south.
Sandhill cranes have been nesting in my home state of Maine since 2000. Small breeding pairs migrate here in the early spring and then gather in the fall to migrate south.
Sandhill Cranes
As a #wildlifephotographer I love to capture #urban #wildlife as well. All around us are common critters that scurry past us as we take a walk or tidy our yards up.
My primary objective in photographing wildlife is to witness babies...kits, cubs, ducklings, goslings, fawns, and the likes. This goal always requires me to spend much of my time quietly "observing" in order to discover dens, nests, and spring hiding places. Here is a female woodchuck gathering nesting material to take to her den.
Young woodchucks are usually born at the end of March or the beginning of April. They are born helpless. They will begin to poke their heads out of their mothers ground hole somewhere between 4-6 weeks of age.
My primary objective in photographing wildlife is to witness babies...kits, cubs, ducklings, goslings, fawns, and the likes. This goal always requires me to spend much of my time quietly "observing" in order to discover dens, nests, and spring hiding places. Here is a female woodchuck gathering nesting material to take to her den.
Young woodchucks are usually born at the end of March or the beginning of April. They are born helpless. They will begin to poke their heads out of their mothers ground hole somewhere between 4-6 weeks of age.
#Goslings are my most favorite subject to photograph.
#Geese are a most common species, but there is nothing common about them... #ILOVEGEESE
Gosling
Goslings
Southwest Of The Bog
(New book in process)
Heron
SNOWY OWL
These pictures of a #snowyowl were done ethically and without chasing this rapture. I arrived (at 6:30am and in my winter camouflage) to a location where I suspected the snowy owls might be. There were two of them but I only spent time with one as I saw the other fly off far away. One stayed within my sight for 5 hours and I saw it hunt and catch voles, mostly sat and rested, which is what they need to do to preserve their energy. I positioned myself three different times in the five hours that I spent in the wind and in the freezing cold. Each time my photographing distance was greater than a football field length. At around 4:30 hours of watching and waiting this snowy owl flew to me and rested about 35feet away. After a few quick shots I quietly walked away.
Putting in my time, it's the only way to do it right...
These pictures of a #snowyowl were done ethically and without chasing this rapture. I arrived (at 6:30am and in my winter camouflage) to a location where I suspected the snowy owls might be. There were two of them but I only spent time with one as I saw the other fly off far away. One stayed within my sight for 5 hours and I saw it hunt and catch voles, mostly sat and rested, which is what they need to do to preserve their energy. I positioned myself three different times in the five hours that I spent in the wind and in the freezing cold. Each time my photographing distance was greater than a football field length. At around 4:30 hours of watching and waiting this snowy owl flew to me and rested about 35feet away. After a few quick shots I quietly walked away.
Putting in my time, it's the only way to do it right...
Snowy Owl
Snow Day
I don't really do much with black and white photography but I do like it. I generally will go almost black and white, adjusting a color I want to pop slightly. These domestic geese in snow were already there, black/white naturally.
Go tell it on the mountain, that Jesus Christ is born...
Davids Yard (from a series of pictures)
"Oh my dear, sweet love, it's a long, long journey."
Van Morrison
The Ledge... for Pam, who loves them!
Waterfront #StreetPhotography "Working for a living"
Mourning Dove and Squabs in their nest...
Brown Pelican out "fishin"
Great Horned Owlet
Great Blue Heron
Beach Buddies
Dove
Dawn...
Pumpkin colored full moon...
Pumpkin Harvest
Thus saith the Lord, which giveth the sun for a light by day, and the ordinances of the moon and stars by night, which divideth the sea when the waves thereof roar; The Lord of Hosts is His name...
Flowers.jpg, Zinnia.jpg
Geese.jpg
"One can never consent to creep when one feels the impulse to soar"
Helen Keller
Egret.jpg , Beach.jpg , Gulls.jpg