This is ‘Lewis’. One day someone called him “Opossum Dog” and the nickname has stuck ever since. He is the only opossum that I can play fetch with!
My little brothers just finished a flag football season with a local christian sports group called Bridges. One of the administrators had asked me to be their photographer, to which I eagerly agreed, and so now I have a few thousand pictures that I still haven’t sorted through. I have a trigger happy finger, and I love continuous shooting, so I have a ton of pictures. Here are a few that were actually OK.
Some old toys never seem to lose their appeal. Toy cars and boats have always been, and still are, one of a young boys favorite toys.
I remember that I loved when right after (and sometimes during) a good, hard rain, my brother and I would make boats out of Legos or tin foil to float down the now rushing stream. And when Legos or foil weren’t available we found that a stick or big leaf worked just as well.
And I don’t know if I need to say anything about little boys loving to play with cars. There are just some things that naturally go together; women & shopping, milk & cookies, USA & apple pie, coffee & me…. and I think that boys and cars should be in this list as well.
What was your favorite toy as a child?
Fire is quite mesmerizing to watch, and extremely beautiful. You can sit and stare into the fire, and just be lost in a world of thought.
These are a couple of pictures I got in our fireplace a couple weeks ago.
These next two pictures were my experiment to see what fire looked like with a long exposure.
#1 – f/4.5, 1/320 sec., ISO – 1600
#2 – f/14, 1/6 sec., ISO – 100
While the second picture is quite unique, I like the first picture better. I am prone to like sharp detail in my pictures. Do you prefer a sharp “frozen in time” type picture, or a “slightly blurry – but conveying an action” photo?
I saw this Eastern Chipmunk at Reiman Gardens in Ames, Iowa. I was standing on a bridge across a creek, when this little guy caught my eye. I moved to take a picture of him, and he quickly shot down his burrow. I waited for a couple minutes, and sure enough, he popped out, and ran over to get some leaves, then ran back down his hole. He continued this for about 10 minutes. I was about to leave when he stopped running, and crawled up on this ledge, and seemed to pose for me.
Some people call chipmunks pests, but personally I think their too cute to be classified as pests.