The Muck in the Murk

The Muck in the Murk

The Muck in the Murk

Last Saturday started out like any other. Dad and I took a little drive to the next big town over to drool over handguns and see if they had anything we needed. The trip wasn’t a total bust. They had one of the handguns I had my eye on at the indoor shooting range and I was able to rent it and fire off a few rounds. It wasn’t what I was looking for, but you can’t have a bad day when you get a little shooting in!

Driving home on the interstate we had our eyes peeled for a snowy owl that was rumored to be in the area, eagles, or anything else interesting. As we drove across the river we saw a bunch of birds camped out on the ice. We thought we saw something extra interesting too.

“Was that a baldy?” Dad asked, referring to a Bald Eagle.

“I think so!” I replied.

“Should we go check it out?”

“Of course!”

So we went on a little adventure to see if we could find a road that would take us close to the river. We ended up finding a wonderful little park that we didn’t even know existed.

We traipsed through the snow in our shirtsleeves and enjoyed the unusually warm February temperatures. We found a fantastic bridge, lots and lots of geese, a tree with bark that looked like an owl, and all sorts of other interesting things, but no eagles.

When my fingers started to get cold we headed for the car, not too disappointed. On our way out we discovered another small road that did a loop in another part of the park. Since we were in the Jeep we decided to drive the loop and see if there were any more fun discoveries to be discovered.

“Wait, stop here!” I instructed as I eyed up the perfect spot to get some photos of the geese on the mostly frozen river. There was a section of concrete protruding out of the riverbank. It had three sides, the open side facing the river. It was short enough for me to climb on and wide enough for me to walk on, perfect!

I got my photographs of the river and the geese and then I looked straight down into the water. I thought it looked interesting so I took a shot. There is something fascinating about this simple photograph and it turned out to be my favorite (photography) shot of the day.

This photograph reminds me to stop and look around so I don’t miss what’s right in front of me. I’m reminded that God can take the muckiest and murkiest of circumstances and turn them into something beautiful!

A little murkiness, a little muck, some sticks, a few rocks, lots of water, and a glint of sunshine turned a dirty old riverbank into a beautiful work of abstract art.

And that, my friends, is how I captured The Muck in the Murk. (Click to Tweet!)

Until next time,


The Shadow in the Shade

The Shadow in the Shade (Note: This photo has been cropped and only slightly edited for sharpness and color. The deer was not photoshopped)

The Shadow in the Shade

What was that? Was something out there, or was it just my imagination running wild again? My curiosity got the best of me; I grabbed my cell phone to check the backyard security camera. Was something there, creeping around the edge of the shadows? I couldn’t quite tell.

I was warm and comfortable and didn’t want to get up, but I was also curious. I enjoy watching wildlife and it was a nice bright night; if something was out there I’d have a good view.

But I’d been fooled before. On several occasions I was sure I saw a deer, or several, on my security cameras only to look out the window and see nothing. One night I would have sworn a giant buck stood just outside my window. When I got up to look, nothing.

Security camera proving inconclusive, I strained my ears for the faintest sound. There it was again! Soft, but audible, a thumping and scratching noise. Either the shadows were real or my eyes and ears were both deceiving me.

Deciding it was worth it, I was fully awake now anyway, I got up to take a gander out the window and see what I could see. At first glance I didn’t see anyone or anything. The moon was bright and I could see clearly, yet there were no mystery shadows or even a hint of movement where the sound had been coming from.

I widened my gaze and that’s when I saw what I thought I had seen. Standing there, tall and proud in the shade of my big tree, was the culprit. I put my phone tight up to the glass and hit the camera button. Ah-ha! I caught you!

I stepped away from the window for just a few seconds, so as not to spook my spook. When I looked back, the culprit was gone. The field, empty. The other field, empty. My neighbor’s yard, empty. My other neighbor’s yard, empty.

Huh. That was strange. Well, at least I got a photo. I opened the gallery on my phone and pulled up the photograph. Now isn’t that something; maybe it had been just my imagination after all.

And that, my friends, is the story of how I captured The Shadow in the Shade… or did I? (Click to Tweet!)

Until next time,


Note: The photo above has been cropped and only slightly edited for sharpness and color. This is what came out of my camera; it’s not a Photoshop trick. If you know how this image was made possible, please don’t spoil it for others!

The Delicate Flower

The Delicate Flower

The Delicate Flower

Not all stories are exciting or extravagant. So is the case with today’s story. It’s a simple story of great beauty.

It was the last day of July and it was hot. Some of the prettiest flowers bloom in full sun at the height of summer. No matter the heat, I just can’t seem to keep myself out of my mom’s beautiful flower gardens!

This day was no different. I started out photographing flowers, and probably some dragonflies or butterflies, in the south garden that runs along the driveway. I worked my way into the shade garden for a little relief from the sun, but soon found myself in the sun garden at the end of the house.

It was here where I found this little beauty. She was small and delicate with what looked like blueberry sugar crystals holding together her perfect, soft petals. She was beautiful! I braved the midday sun for a few photos before heading into the house for a cool drink of water.

The soft look of this photograph perfectly captured this delicate little beauty. And that, my friends, is the story of how I captured The Delicate Flower. (Click to Tweet!)

Until next time,