In central NC, the fall colors don’t really develop distinctly until November, though some trees can be found changing quite early, and if you frame for those, you can make some nice compositions even when a broader landscape shot would be unimpressive. That was the primary activity of an outing this past Monday, though there were a handful of other subjects to be
Tag: holly
Storytime 52
Just to let you know, this is actually being written at the beginning of November, because that’s when I cemented the idea. Not all posts have that much lead time – far from it – but occasionally, I have a concept that works better (for me anyway) to postpone a bit. Mostly because this image above was taken exactly seven years ago on this date, and featured then.
But there’s
Just because, part 29
Not enough time to research this bush to find out what it is – it appears to be a variety of holly to me, but that’s all I’m permitted to tell you. This didn’t fit in with the other images I have stacked up awaiting a more detailed treatment, so it appears here without further exposition. But aren’t those berries cool looking?
Behind the scenes
I know I say this far too often, but I’ve been quieter than intended recently, and there are more than a few reasons for this. The holiday season has a bit to do with it, but more it’s been my work schedule, falling right after the trip that I had to make to New York. More distinctly, though, has been no photography to speak of – between work and bad weather and
Monday color 20
Since it is now ‘officially’ summer, we will perversely jump back to almost the only color to be found in wintertime, holly berries in full fruit against the brilliant green of the leaves and a rich blue sky. I will admit to being quite pleased that we can find skies like this throughout North Carolina winters having grown up in central New York, the winters there spelled
History repeats
This morning I had almost the exact same conditions that I had last winter when I snapped a pic that I liked but wanted to redo, so I leapt into action, which turned out to be frozen so solid that I hurt my coccyx. But like then, I wanted to catch the red-shouldered hawk as it sat in the
