If you find me on the beach, you will most certainly find me

with a camera in my hands. And more than likely you will

find me photographing shore birds. Why do I keep aiming

my camera at these avians, seeming to take the same

photographs time and time again? Simple, that is the only

way that I will ever catch them in action. They might not be the most

beautiful birds in the world, but they sure are entertaining

and they can't disappear from sight while I am trying to photograph them! Going for a Dive!The wind was blowing pretty strongly and these poor guys had a hard time beating against the wind to dive into the ocean to get their dinner. You put your left foot in..... Fishing! Caught in the act! Mom, he touched me! seagull with ball gull and crow 2

Blowing in the wind

I realized that I don't celebrate my flower photos nearly as much as I do my other photographs. When I first started taking photography seriously, I did what many beginners do, I looked for beauty to photograph. The most apparent beauty was that of flowers. They are bright, vibrant, have no legs to run away on and everyone likes flowers. Photographing flowers became second nature to me and so I kind of forgot how special flowers can be. So tonight I am reminding myself to think about the flowers. I am sharing an iris with you. This is a photograph from a few weeks back before the irises opening. Now they have bloomed and wilted and the potential purple excitement has faded. But I can go back and remember iris's youth. And that is what photography is all about.

Purple Potential

Welcome to Vermont. As I prepared for the wedding, I forgot

where I live. I knew my address, the street and town I live

In, but I forgot to look around. As I stood in the driveway the

other day, looking up through the lace of new maple leaves,

I sucked in my breath in awe at my surroundings. When

did the green splash into the white, eventually completely

replacing it? When did the birds return?When did the air sweeten?

When did I start leaving my jacket behind?

This isn't unusual. It happens to me every year whether

I was busy finishing a semester of school, planning a

wedding or busy with work projects. I wait all winter

for the freshness of spring to take over the state, yet I

have a tendency to almost miss it every year. Perhaps it is

because it is such a gradual change until the final burst

takes over and Vermont is suddenly very green.

Maybe next year, I'll slow down a little in spring and notice

all the subtle changes, but I doubt that will happen. This is

why I take photographs, so I can come back and see the things

that I miss in day to day life. I can come back in January and

experience spring once again.  And so can you!

As scene in VermontYes, I meant to write scene and not seen