Archive of ‘Photo of the Day’ category

PHOTO OF THE DAY – IT’S WHAT’S FOR LUNCH! – September 24, 2015

Obviously, I did not make this Photo of the Day. No No No. Recluse Man did.

This should have been Recluse Man in the photo. Yes Yes Yes.

I reckoned there was a slight chance of sweet-talking RM into the pond to disperse of the overabundance of watercress … but as soon as I discovered a soggy mouse nest the size of a fishbowl in one foot of the waders, the man ran for dear life.

So it was left to me to harvest our lunch…here is Photo of the Day…POTD_9_23_15

Oops…there I go getting sucked in…POTD_9_24_15_6

What happened to the blond in the pond??…POTD_9_24_15_7

Boy am I hungry…POTD_9_24_15_5I’m submitting this to Survivor…POTD_9_24_15_4Lunch…at last!!!POTD_9_24_15

And another bad poem just for you…

Over watercress I obsess…

in our pond there’s such excess…

so I wiggle into my armored battle dress…

and with great finesse I coalesce…

ripping out those suckers who I then possess…

no need for GPS…

they are everywhere to my distress.

To the watercress I address…

This Pond I Will Repossess!!

Salad for all…such success!

Now let me undress…

from these freekin’ waders as I confess…

I look like Bouncing Bess…

in need of her Pony Express.

PHOTO OF THE DAY – A WALK IN THE ‘HOOD – September 23, 2015

Photo of the Day was made yesterday when Elizabeth stopped by. We both agree, one of our very favorite things to do is a walk to the New River with Gyps and the Pips. Gypsy and Pockets love to get in the river…Grayson…not so much. That patootie-face.

We mosey…we play…we look for clouds on the mountain…and the best patches of grass…and we always walk slower heading home…FG_34_POTD_9_23_15

Like fall freckles, Peak Mountain is showing tiny specks of red. In the spring, I love watching this mountain turn green from the bottom up. This time of year the colors shimmy down and around in a brilliant undressing. In a month the mountain will be bare and we’ll be lighting fires and bundling up for our walks.

They say it will be a spectacular year for fall color. Who are ‘they?’ I hope THEY are right…but not about the predictions of a bitter winter ahead. Got that…THEY?

Clearly, there are no wonders at all why I hate to leave this farm.

PHOTO OF THE DAY – PISTOL PETE – September 22, 2015

 

PHOTO OF THE DAY … ‘PISTOL PETE ‘ …MARILYN’S FOAL…FG_111_POTD6…created July 9, 2015 at Grayson Highlands State Park, Virginia

Yesterday, the Pips’ Mama Elizabeth tromped off the balds of Grayson Highlands State Park in Virginia after three nights of camping, jumped in her Subaru, and headed almost straight for my shower.

I say almost, because I had to feed the girl first…she was nearly see-through…then sit her butt down for a report on the round-up going on at the park.

This Saturday, (September 26 at 2pm), the Wilburn Ridge Pony Association will hold its annual auction of the wild ponies, a tradition that dates back to the 1970’s. The auction is part of the Grayson Highlands Fall Festival, celebrating southwestern Virginia’s mountain heritage.

Right now there are sixteen ponies in the corral. A bait pen is used for catching and holding the ponies before it is decided who will be corralled for the auction and who will be returned to the wild. The idea is to cull the bands by auctioning the young ones, some born only a few months ago, others already yearlings or two year olds. Sometimes the mares will be auctioned with their very young foals, other times they are separated forever, either at the holding pen or in the auction ring.

I was anxious to know whether Marilyn and her foal had been corralled. The first time I met Marilyn, she was packing a big Pistol in her belly. Yet she was as gorgeous and flashy as her namesake. And so photogenic…I couldn’t stop shooting…just like she couldn’t stop posing. There we were… together in this Vanity Fair Mare cover shoot…click-pose-click-pose…Demi Mare naked and pregnant for the cover.

Next visit to the park, I was tickled silly to meet her lil dude. Marilyn the mama…so proud and watchful of her son…yet she seemed to encourage his new celebrity status. She had me pegged as pony paparazzi and Pistol Pete, her starlet.

POTD_9_22_15_2A little Pistol… only days after he first felt the warmth of our sun…POTD_9_22_15_3Such a lil guy in July…saying hello to Elizabeth…POTD_9_22_15_4What a pisser that P.P. is…w_POTD_9_22_15

Elizabeth filled me in then headed back to the park. I tease her about being the Jane Goodall of wild ponies. I know she would correct me by saying…”they are feral ponies.” I think she’s a little feral too. Is it rubbing off? Honestly, I’d rather be called a ‘wild thing’ than a ‘feral thing.’ Stay-tuned for more on the auction and the tale of Pistol Pete.

PHOTO OF THE DAY – THE ALARM COCK – September 21, 2015

 

Photo of the Day … I shot yesterday…on someone else’s farm…rooster3If I had an alarm cock…

I would send it to the chopping block…

no more gawk and squawk…

no more doodle doo double talk…

we’ll put the cock in the crock…

with some chicken stock…

turn up some old rock…

do the moon walk…

make some sweet talk…

NO MORE ALARM COCK!!!

PHOTO OF THE DAY – CLIFFHANGER – September 20, 2015

This photo has been around. It’s in this blog, it’s on my FB page…I even sent it out with Christmas cards last year. It happened exactly one year ago today. You may think it’s just a wacky photo, but it’s really an amazing split second in time.

It is so amazing, I have chosen to share this version from my private diary…something I never dreamed I would do.

Presenting … Photo of the Day …. CLIFFHANGER…dear diary2

Please note…I set my camera on a rock in order to make some healthy-looking, family-style, self portraits. I have so few of those. I positioned Recluse Man and told him I’d start the timer, then run in the photo, then he should wrap his lovin’ arms around me and smile.

Well I jumped in the photo and there was NO EARTH UNDERNEATH ME! I SCREAMED for RECLUSE MAN to HOLD ON TO ME TIGHT!! He SCREAMED TOO. That made me SCREAM EVEN MORE!!!

While we were SCREAMING, my Nikon made this photo right then and there, just as I thought I was GOING TO DIE.

Then Recluse Man SCREAMED EVEN LOUDER….GET OFF MY FREEKIN’ FEET FREEKA!!

omg. i did. we’re good. it was amazing.

PHOTO OF THE DAY – BIG YELLOW MATER – September 18, 2015

I have a thing for big, fat, weird tomatoes…the kind you can only find at a good farmers’ market. They jump out at me, calling my name….”freeeeeekaaaaaa…take me home with youuuuuu…shooooooot meeee…eeeat meeee….paleeeeeeezzzzzzzze.”

Sometimes they’re just so ugly…I mean really, really ugly…I gotta save ’em. Sometimes they’re just so gigundus-humungous…I know if I don’t take ’em home, I won’t believe myself the next day. Other times, they’re just so kinky, I am beside myself. Anatomical protrusions…like…tomato weenies…bellybuttons…nipples…butts and such…right there for the squeezing. Do other people blush at farmers’ markets? Are you out there?

Back in my own farmers’ market vendor days, my friends were famous for giving me porno maters. They’d track me down and be so proud to gift me with their kinky ole mater. Of course I never let them go to waste. Unh Unh. Whether I photographed them or not, they ended up under the knife. That’s right Lorena Bobbitt…move over.

Today’s PHOTO OF THE DAY is not kinky. (How did I get on that anyway?) It is simply the biggest, most voluptuous and curvaceous, yellow tomato I’ve ever seen…giving herself a hug. I found her last Saturday at the market and brought her home gently, in two hands. I set her on a bed of fresh garden basil, and gave her a marigold to hug. Then I made her portrait. In my humble opinion, she was one of the most well-rounded, happiest maters I’ve ever met….FG_031_POTD4

Here’s what she looked like alone in a hug…FG_007…but I gave her lots to hug…FG_026She was a tomato to remember for all time, from top to bottom…FG_035_B…start to finish…WhataMater…FG_43Should you be wondering about her weight…she was a solid two-pounder. I also met the winner of ‘the biggest tomato’ contest…check him out at 2.965 pounds…FG_021_1 I told his owner to stuff him. Tomatoes wearing boxer gloves scare me.

TGIF y’all

PHOTO OF THE DAY – HUMMER OF A SHOT – September 17, 2015

For Photo of the Day #3, I have chosen this ‘hummer of a shot’ I made earlier this summer.

Notice the shadow of a bird you cannot see. Or rather, you see just her blurred wing behind the feeder…but her entire body you see only in the shadow. Cool eh? I get a peaceful, easy feeling looking at this image. Everybody looks happy. That’s some sweet early morning, summer light on those hummers…FG_577_POTD

I was so tickled midsummer when I discovered the hummingbird shadows on the post. In fact it kind of blew my mind. It was mesmerizing and beautiful to behold, clearly. But why had I never noticed this before?

My blown mind had no answers. Yes, we have a lot of foggy, misty early summer mornings in the valley, and yes, I have moved the feeders around, and yes, it’s just a certain time of the summer…but still. Why, in the previous six summers here, had I never before noticed the shadows on the post?

I have learned you can’t dwell on questions without answers for too long. Except maybe … does God exist? … am I for Real? … how long before Toots stops barking at night?

I looked forward to clear mornings, for the chance to slow down and view some magical hummingbird shadow dancing.

Actually it was more like DIVE-BOMBING. Freekin’ THIRSTY NINJAS. Traffic like SINGAPORE. Making DEMANDS thru the WINDOW. SPYING on ME. Using MY RED MUG for TARGET PRACTICE. SUGAR ADDICTS THEY ARE … going thru 24 POUNDS OF SUGAR!!!

It was like THE HOLY HUMMER SUGAR-WATER WARS OUT THERE!

I WAS FEEDING AND BREEDING TERRORISTS!!

(breathe deep Fred…get a grip)

As you may have surmised, I have Jekyll and Hyde feelings for hummingbirds. Consider the upper photo as a sight for Dr Jekyll, when he moseyed out onto his deck in the morning with his bowl of Cheerios. He was feeling at one with the cosmos, gazing at those silly little hummers.

While I see in this runner-up photo below, something completely different…a touch of chaos…multiple personalities…Mr Hyde with a beak and wings shows up and Who is Who?? Who is Real? Shadow below…where’s the body? Shadow to the right…belongs to far right body? Shadow to the left…oops not a shadow…Dr Jekyll where are you?POTD-1A for #3

Am I getting carried away? Please say yes. I have been looking at way too many hummer photos.

So I’ll kindly share a few more favorites then hush my mouf. But first I must add, I miss those terrorists. They are mostly gone now, and there’s a sense of calm on the deck. Soon I will take down the feeders. I miss all the excitement of being dive-bombed and spied upon.  I’ve got the hummer bummers.

I think this must be a baby hummer on the left…check out the lil fluff-puff..FG_593_3

A scene from the great Holy Hummer Sugar-Water Wars…
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They seem a bit more subdued when it rains…FG_006_2

More peaceful. Like…yes, let’s come out of the rain together for a refuel…but let us first give thanks to the girl who whips up this kickass ninja-juice…FG_007_2

Other viewers…other motives…FG1_0085 copy

Dream on Moondust….FG1_0080

 No worries…she has never caught one in her big fat life.

See you tomorrow….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PHOTO OF THE DAY – PONKEY PRANK – September 16, 2015

IN THIS PHOTO OF THE DAY….WHAT IS POCKETS THE PONKEY DOING??

  1. BOBBING FOR APPLES?
  2. SEARCHING FOR PENNIES?
  3. WARSHING HER PONKEY PAW?
  4. BEING A FONKEY WONKEY BAD BAD PONKEY?

(answers below)

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  1. NEGATIVE
  2. DOUBTFUL
  3. PERHAPS
  4. AFFIRMATIVE!!!!!!!!

Let me explain. I made this photo Sunday evening after a long day of attending to Gypsy’s sudden lameness. She showed up for breakfast hobbling into the barn. It looked serious. Her fetlock was warm and swollen and a little squishy. Perhaps a sprain? I cold-hosed Gypsy’s leg several times thru the day, applied liniment, gave her stall wraps, kept her confined, kept a close eye on her, and then let her out in the paddock with the Pips for the evening.

The entire time the Pips were PERFECT PESTS!!! It was the first time ever in their short lives, my attention was entirely focused on Mama G. “WAAAAAAAH?” said Pockets.

The Pips were mostly in cahoots, but this was strictly a Pockets-Prank. I had filled a water tub for overnight in the gated-paddock. (Normally Gyps and the Pips drink from the creek in the pasture.) After 15 minutes or so, I noticed the water was nasty-dirty. Now how did that happen, I wondered. I dumped the water and reminded myself not to fill it so full.

Then look who came over to investigate…suddenly things became clear as the hose water….FG_105_2

 I encouraged that ponkey to Move On…Move On Lil Ponkey…MOVE ON…FG_107_1

Well that didn’t last long…a ponkey has a lotta curiosity doncha know…FG_110_1 copy

Uncontrollable, unfathomable, unbelievable curiosity….FG_112_1

To the point of ponkey-pestiness…FG_130_1“HEY GIT OUTTA HERE YOU PANFRIED PINTSIZED PESTY PONKEY!!”FG_131_1And that my friends, is the story behind your Ponkey-Prank Photo of the Day

PHOTO OF THE DAY – STAR – September 15, 2015

I am feeling hopelessly undisciplined when it comes to blogging.

I need a whipping. Or the boot. Or to be roped to my chair and handcuffed to my keyboard.

Or perhaps consider writing geek-porn.

But no. What I really need is…you ready?…

Taaaah Daaaah…. loud drumroll please…

PHOTO OF THE DAY

YES!

I hereby announce this very scary and hugely intimidating concept …just the thought of it is making my fingers perspire on the keyboard … (or was that the ‘roped to my chair’ thought?)…of posting one photo (well maybe more)… each and every day.

There. I said it. Obviously that was not easy.

A photo a day. Day after day…photos and more photos. Everyday.

I don’t know what-the-heck kinda photos yet…maybe they will be very recent, maybe pulled from old travel archives. Maybe I’ll tell you a little story…maybe not. Let’s grow it together.

So without further ado…my very first PHOTO OF THE DAY.

I have chosen a horse of course.Star2

STAR

I have a crush on this horse called Star. He lives on a farm nearby and I have been working with him off and on since we first met in January. Plans are in the works to get him here to my farm for fall and winter. I am a teenager on the verge of a LOVE MELTDOWN just thinking about it.

What’s special to me about this photo, is that it is a very flattering photo and just about the only flattering one I have ever made of Star since I began photographing him in January.

Star usually looks dorky. He is the brother who ruined every family photo crossing his eyes or picking his nose. Star holds his head high like a giraffe, and is lean like a runway model. Sometimes I look at my photos of him and I promise he looks like two skinny guys on stilts wearing a horse head costume.

I made this photo last Saturday, right as it started to rain and I was packing up my cameras. Something startled Star across the road. He trotted a few steps away from me, then stood staring with great intensity. I knew it wouldn’t last long. I grabbed the moment. Or is it seized? Yes, I seized the moment and grabbed a great shot.

I spent a long time on this photo in PhotoShop. Color looked gaudy to me, so I gave it a sepia tint. I cloned out a bunch of bothersome stuff in the background…fence lines…a hay feeder…rocks…a tree. I added a little glow. I cropped it a great deal.

And now, I can’t stop looking at it. I think it’s a pretty nice photo of a horse…the pose certainly…but I think I’m in love and all goo-goo eyes over the subject so there’s no way can I be objective.

Alas…my very first  PHOTO OF THE DAY.

Whew..that wasn’t so hard.

OK… now for my favorite dorky photo of Star … (you knew I couldn’t do just one).

Below is Star on the left, with his pal Buck on the right. Together they are Star-Buck and that makes them extremely happy … see what I mean? And then there’s the eyeball-mauling emu photobomb…. star-buck

Cripes!!! … what have I gotten myself into???

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