I was looking through some photos that I had taken last summer and came across a bird that I did not have in my bird photo album.
When I took the picture I thought that it was a wren of some kind and did not give it much thought. When I got home I dumped it into my computer and there it stayed.
The other day I came across this little bird and realized it was something new. So here it is, a Blue Gray Gnat Catcher. This little bird was photographed not far from the Mississippi River in Western Wisconsin.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
The Dad I Never Knew
There are and have been parts of our parents lives that we know little or nothing about. Regardless of how many times or how far that they walked to get to school..."it was uphill on the way to school and on the way home."
We never heard much of the wild times that our mothers and fathers acted up and behaved badly. It would only have encouraged us to feel that our bad behavior was acceptable...not that I ever misbehaved.
I did not know until a few years ago that my dad was a tribal dancer. He just never talked about it so I never imagined that anything like this could possibly be. But there he is looking just like a little me. We used to hunt on tribal land and visit tribal people and I never knew he or I were Native Americans...now you know.
Dad stands on the far left next to his sister. This photo was taken sometime in the 1930s in northern Wisconsin. Dad went to an Indian school as a young boy.
We never heard much of the wild times that our mothers and fathers acted up and behaved badly. It would only have encouraged us to feel that our bad behavior was acceptable...not that I ever misbehaved.
I did not know until a few years ago that my dad was a tribal dancer. He just never talked about it so I never imagined that anything like this could possibly be. But there he is looking just like a little me. We used to hunt on tribal land and visit tribal people and I never knew he or I were Native Americans...now you know.
Dad stands on the far left next to his sister. This photo was taken sometime in the 1930s in northern Wisconsin. Dad went to an Indian school as a young boy.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
It Was the Longest of Days...It Was the Shortest
Summers longest day |
Here I am fishing on the big water of Lake Michigan. It was the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year. We have recently had the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year.
The days are getting longer and even though it is only January I am thrilled to be here right smack in the middle of winter.
One of Winters shortest days
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Its Wednesday
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Lady Slippers in My Back Yard
Well I am so glad that the New Year holiday is done. Our Christmas tree is down and the bulbs all put away. I know, I am a Grinch. This fall we did manage to cut down a number of trees and get the branches burned. I found this picture of a little plant that grows in the shadows of some Jack Pine trees and tall grass and weeds. It is actually a dainty little thing that manages to come up every year but does not stay long.
It is actually a wild native Orchid...
Check it out: Lady Slippers
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