From a hill above Lake Mendota.
While hiking at Cherokee Marsh, I came across a red-winged blackbird who was looking after the fledglings in his nest nearby. He was NOT happy I was around. Those birds have no fear, and will attack ANYTHING that threatens their nest.
I tried to capture him in flight as he kept dive bombing, while at the same time protecting my head from his attacks. Above is a composite of three of those photos.
I love being able to see the structure of bare trees in the winter time. It’s almost like seeing an x-ray of their bones.
I like to call this time of the year the season of darkness. The hours of daylight are getting shorter and shorter. Everything is gray and brown, and there isn’t any snow on the ground to brighten things up. It’s all a bit depressing. But maybe I need to look at it in a different way. Take away the color, even from a gorgeous sunset, and there is beauty to be seen in the gray.
I should play around with black and white photography more.
I believe this is the first time I’ve ever taken pictures of a sunset during the winter. I guess the lesson is, you’re not going to get good photos if you don’t get out there.
A few days ago I was out hiking late in the afternoon. Heading back to my car as the sun was going down, I passed this bare oak tree. When I looked up, I was struck by the silhouette of its crooked branches against the darkening sky.
Funny how a casual glance up on the way home, can turn into the best sight of the afternoon.