When you combine a level horizon, dusty skies, an oil rig, and nice sunset timing…well, you get this.
After watching the sunset from a high ridge line southwest of town, Dad and I find this installation of unknown reason, purpose, and use. Does anybody know what it is that we found?
Some may recall the Relay For Life Golf Tournament my family participates in each June in Hays KS (it goes without saying that I have photos of that event…many photos). Dad showed me the latest addition to the golf course – floating fountains! I think all these fountains do is keep stirred up the golf balls I generously contribute to the bottom of the pond each year. BTW, in the background is the “skyline” of the Fort Hays State University campus – the black-domed Observatory was a favorite place to telescope-look at the night sky as a young Scout and student of “always looking up”…
A fun photography day spent with Dad began with the morning light casting through the beautiful stained glass at the First Presbyterian Church sanctuary. Although I grew up spiritually in this church family, I remember little of this particular church building. Mostly I grew up attending the historic church in downtown Hays. The new church was opened on Easter Sunday in 1975 and I was preoccupied with the typical high school distractions at that time of my life…
The Swallows love the mangled barbed wire in the trailer, except when I get too close…
For all things grains, crops, seeds, and harvest, the COOP has been the farmer’s go-to place throughout the Great Plains for decades, as this old truck would surely tell if asked….
With the first frost having already come knocking and winter bears down (despite being 72 degrees today), the remnants of a Kansas sunflower stubbornly continues it survival vigilance against the inevitable…
Jerry versus the standing-dead Cottonwood (Jerry won, but not without a fight)….
On the High Plains if a tree wants to grow wherever it takes root, she usually doesn’t get much argument from the land owner.
From the cell phone camera of the FD today – I’m so incredibly proud of her and the FSIL – comes this photo of the fog rolling in on the Verrazono-Narrows bridge in NYC (connecting Brooklyn and Staten Island)
The two of them paid the bridge toll on their way to yet another day of Hurricane Sandy volunteering for those more dramatically affect than they were…where did she get such gracious, caring, and giving heart? (from her Mom for sure) (FD’s photo that I “sepia’d” for a kind of cool effect, don’t cha think? Hope the FD doesn’t mind the liberties taken with her photo)
Look here what they came upon in route to their place of volunteering – this may literally be a “house” boat for all I know…. (photo by FD)
And their day of volunteering was spent removing sheetrock and gutting the hurricane-damaged basement of someone’s home…(photo by FD)
Back in Texas, my day ended with a photograph of the silverware caddy in the comfort of a well-lighted, warm kitchen….
and the plunger-cup tea steeper for my nightly night cap of white tea…so that (tea) leaves little question to who’s day was more meaningful and fulfilling, agreed?
So long Daylight Savings Time (why do they mess with us like they do?)…the days are getting shorter and the sunset has moved south on the horizon, all that means is my timing is way off and I need to scope out new vantage points for evening picture-taking.
The fisherman were also struggling with the earlier sunset, I think….
Heading to the boat ramp….
The water even took on a partially frozen look….
These two weren’t, but they certainly were watching…the fishing.
The adventures of a sassy, often defiant, not quite fearless pilot's wife, mother, and photographer. Join me as I globe trot the world using my travel benefits. Here I will share photographs of my travels, chronicle my journeys, and provide useful tips and information.
I previously worked as a news and sports photographer. Recently I have been enjoying wildlife photography. My approach toward bird photos is similar to sports photography. I attempt to capture mostly action and hopefully a unique perspective.