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Silhouettes and Skies

A trip out into the country where I can enjoy nature
and a simple fence silhouetted against the sky and mountains.

Closer to home, in my neighbourhood,
the local church steeple rises above the buildings around it on the hill.

A little fluffed-up sparrow settles on a branch
of this young Gingko tree which still has a few leaves.

There's nothing quite like hanging seed-pods 
to gracefully adorn the cloudless sky.

A little colour this time of these pods ready to drop and swirl in the wind
like mini helicopters when they leave the tree.
I find they look so glamorous against the pink tones of a painted house.

Mr. Blackbird shows us his elegant silhouette 
perched on a branch of a beech tree in the park.

These are the tall poplar trees I walk past
every time I go to my nearest park.

When I see that a beautiful sunset is going to take place,
I drop everything and go quickly outside with my camera 
and climb to the highest spot I can find
to capture the silhouettes of the trees against the forever changing sky.

The leaves of the tulip tree are easy to recognize
and the low hanging boughs decorate the sky
and fill my frame.

One last look at the skyline which is now turning orange.
I've taken a vertical shot to exclude distracting things
like tall city chimneys and cranes!

There are still some private houses among the buildings
in my neighbourhood.
I love to see this one cut-out against the sky on my way home.

The lighting behind the poplar trees has changed a lot
since I first went out.
I notice that the lights have come on along the small bridge
I need to cross to get home.


Some days, 
it's really worth dropping everything
to seize the moment.
Don't you think?
I hope you do the same!


On being a bird

Robin Redbreast fluffed his feathers
and looked at me from the corner of his shiny bright eye.
I hardly breathed as I adjusted my focus
to capture his beauty
before he hopped out of the picture
and then flew away.

It's always worth looking up.
Do the birds say the same about looking down?

I wonder what it feels like to sit high up upon a tree?
Knowing that if the wind blows hard
to shake their branch
they can fly away.

How lovely to be a bird
and not ask when or how or why!