If it weren't for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song.
--Carl Perkins (1932-1998) Rockabilly Music Pioneer
--Carl Perkins (1932-1998) Rockabilly Music Pioneer
Look alive. Here comes a buzzard.
They eerily sit high on the branches of dead trees, just waiting, I guess, for someone or something to keel over. They don't bother people or pets (as long as they're living), so for now I don't mind my ghoulish, new neighbors. And as disturbing as they appear in the trees, they are absolutely stunning when they glide and circle -- with wingspans reaching up to 6 feet. They get their name because their red, featherless head gives the appearance of a turkey. And in case you were wondering, a bunch of vultures is called a venue. And when they're circling, they're called a kettle. There ya go, fun facts to impress your friends at work! Of course there's a Turkey Vulture Society where you can go and learn all about these interesting birds.
Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle ... a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. And the anticipation nurtures our dream.
O Lord, You are the God of the early mornings, the God of the late nights, the God of my mountain peaks, and the God of the sea. But, my God, my soul has horizons further away than those of the morning, deeper darkness than the nights of earth, higher peaks than any mountain peaks, greater depths than any sea in nature. You who are the God of all these, be my God. I cannot reach to the heights or to the depths; there are motives I cannot discover, dreams I cannot realize. My God, search me.
You need to be able to shoot in your own backyard. If you think you can't practice until you go on vacation, or until you're somewhere 'interesting,' you're mistaken. If you can't shoot at home, on your own block, you're not going to be able to shoot in Paris, or the Amazon rainforest, or Antarctica. It's not the place you're in, it's what you're able to see, and seeing takes practice.