April 30, 2004
Crow
Before coming here, I never realized how difficult it is to photograph birds. They sure don't stay still very long and don't let you get close enough to get a good shot. I can see why bird photography is such an art. You need a super telephoto lens and a lot of patience.
I've been trying to get a clear photo of a crow for weeks. Recently they have been more active, and yesterday they were flying back and forth through the back yard. Each time they went by in one direction they had a huge piece of something in their beaks. I wondered what they were stealing from the neighbors. This is one of them stopping in the tree by my window, on his way to pick up another load.
My sympathies go out to 
Energy never dies, it may change form but it continues to be energy.
One of the gifts that death brings is the reminder to appreciate those who are still living. I miss you Yarrow. Thank you for your love, generosity, and inspiration.
Are you sick of me yet? This one's for 
During the thunder storms a few days ago, the lake suddenly disappeared. Well, not the whole lake of course, but tide went way out, the kind of thing you would see at the ocean right before a tsunami.
I didn't do this, but felt sad for a second seagull who flew around this one, like he was wondering why his buddy wasn't getting back up :(
I've never seen a baby happy to be in one of these things.
"She's got a camera!", "I hate the camera!", and "Throw sticks at her!", are a few of the things this kid yelled before tossing some sticks down on me. It was more funny than anything else.
I took cover immediately after snapping this!
Aunt Karen, her friend Carol, Aunt Debbie, Uncle Al, and Donovan gather around to watch the girl's perform Easter Church Services.
We drove down to Midland Saturday afternoon to visit Donovan's family for Easter. A foosball table appeared in the basement since were last there. This is Kyle beating Donovan.
There's been a group of sea gulls hanging around the beach here since the snow began to melt.
I had fun taking photos of Donovan chopping wood a couple days ago, but wasn't totally happy with the results. I tried again today with more sunlight so I could try a faster shot.
Like the Tahquamenon River, the creek which flows under our driveway is stained a red-brown with tannin seeped from decaying hemlocks, cedars & spruce.
The mouth of the creek widens to let the snowmelt out into Lake Superior.
Our neighbors to the south are never there. Someone's summer cabin, I guess.
We can't wait for the snow to take it's time melting. Donovan decided to speed things up and get the firepit exposed so we could bbq elk soon.
This weekend I crocheted this scarf as a surprise for a girl in Canada. I had to try it on and get a photo before I pack it up and sent it away!
Somehow the freight ships know before a storm comes. If I see one parking in the bay by our house, I can guess a storm is soon on the way. A half hour after this one showed up today, the wind got really gusty.
Arianna Helen