Reflections. May 9, 2012
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: fishing, fog, mooning, New Hampshire, north pond, reflections, Savoy MA, water
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Here are some shots of reflected scenes, now that the wind has finally died down.
From North Pond up in Savoy, red maple catkins viewed through an evening fog:
The muted forest amplified itself in the tannic waters:
Up the shoreline, three locals drank beer and waited indifferently for the fish to bite. One of them, seeing my camera, put down his Budweiser and mooned me. But I was too slow to inflict that horror on you, and just got this view of the “action:”
And lastly, a shot from this afternoon, of a sunken walkway at the edge of a pond in New Hampshire:
It was far less foggy, but the composition caught my eye.
I hope you enjoy seeing them as much as I enjoyed finding them.
The Elusive Honey Mole! January 23, 2012
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: Bog Pond, Elliot, Fernando Duarte, honey mole, Pagan Sphinx, Savoy MA, snow, tilt-shift photography, tracks
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Tracks of a large honey mole* punctuate a couple of inches of new snow up at Bog Pond in Savoy:
“Honey mole,” you ask?
Why, yes… Honey mole! 🙂
* OK, the back story:
Years back, when our daughters were Wee Beasties, my In-laws Maria and Fernando came to visit (they had retired back to Portugal.) When Gina and her Mom came back from a day out (if I’m remembering that correctly; I bet Pagan Sphinx will remember) and I got home from work, the Grrrlz were all excited. “Daddy, Daddy, Vovo Frenando saw a Honey Mole in our garden!” they squealed.
“A “honey mole?” I queried, not having heard of that one before, and wondering how Fernando would have known about it.
Fernando came in and explained that yes, it was a “honey mole,” and a BIG one – he held his hands about 18″ apart to indicate its size.
After getting a fuller description from Fernando, it became clear that he’d seen a woodchuck – and that “Honey Mole” was his broken-English approximation of “animal.”
Sadly, Fernando has passed on, but every time I see tracks in the snow I think of him and smile.
Thanks, Fernando.
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