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356/365: "I go to nature to be soothed and healed,…
357/365: "As long as the world continues to be str…
358/365: "Maybe Christmas", he thought, "doesn't c…
359/365: "To succeed in life, you need three thing…
360/365: "What matters is to live in the present,…
361/365: "Direct observation of the luminous essen…
362/365: "Art takes nature as its model." ~ Aristo…
363/365: "Life is a series of experiences that mak…
364/365: "What is art but a way of seeing?" ~ Saul…
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365 Project: December Collage
18/366: Hood Ornament
19/366: Jagged Edges
20/366: Frosted Barbed Wire
21/366: Damselfly with Lunch
28/366: Glowing Campion Pod
29/366: Variegated Leaves
30/366: Garage Toad (+ 2 insets!)
52/366: Frosty Screw
53/366: Elegant Erythronium (+5 more in notes)
75/366: Rare Pink and White Grass Widow (+ 3 inset…
76/366: Tiny Sweat Bee on Thistle
77/366: Twinkling Weeds
78/366: Shelf Fungus
89/366: Elegance (+1 inset)
92/366: Pearly Classic
118/366: Classic 1964 Chevy Impala Emblem
136/366: Old Classic in Red
142/366: Frost on Rusted Barbed Wire
154/366: Classic Orange Truck
160/366: Little Red—and Black—Corvette Detail
169/366: Blue Classic
178/366: A Rear View of a Lovely Grass Widow
179/366: Yellow Triple Rose Daffodil
190/366: Golden Daffodils
191/366: Hot Pink Blossoms (+1 in a note)
194/366: Heart of a Wood Rose
253/366: Roscoe's Children Coming Out of Egg Sac
267/366: Filiment Frost on a Pine Needle
281/366: Rough Eyelash
282/366: Juicy Jonquils
283/366: Lovely Little Buttercup
287/366: Last Day For a Lovely Daffodil
288/366: Purple Classic
304/366: Classic Headlight with Blingy Bokeh
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350/365: "Every gift from a friend is a wish for y…
349/365: "No human being, however great, or powerf…
348/365: "Art will never be able to exist without…
347/365: "Nature's own masterpieces will never go…
346/365: "All my life through, the new sights of N…
345/365: "We find the Works of Nature still more p…
344/365: "Talk about it only enough to do it. Drea…
343/365: "I'm looking for the unexpected. I'm look…
342/365: "There are two kinds of light - the glow…
341/365: "There is no definition of beauty, but wh…
340/365: "Hold fast to dreams, For when dreams go,…
339/365: "Enthusiasm is the yeast that makes your…
338/365: "Patience and tenacity are worth more tha…
337/365: "It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Canno…
336/365: "Happiness is the meaning and the purpose…
335/365: "Focus on the journey, not the destinatio…
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332/365: "There's no happier person than a truly t…
331/365: "We live only to discover beauty. All els…
330/365: "I would rather be adorned by beauty of c…
329/365: "It's the cursed cold, and it's got right…
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327/365: "You go through life wondering what is it…
326/365: "Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly pr…
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324/365: "Everyone can identify with a fragrant ga…
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320/365: "Happy is the person who knows what to re…
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318/365: "White is not a mere absence of color; it…
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353/365: "Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found." ~ James Russell Lowell
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Today it was much warmer than it's been for weeks, about 35°F, oh my! :D It's amazing how long the snow has stuck around, since we got nearly 4" about two weeks ago but none since. It's been cold enough that it hasn't melted in the shady areas, which I like because it's pretty.
I went out without the dogs today and headed down to our dark and shady lower forest. I really hoped that I'd be able to find some mushrooms, but quite frankly, I was pretty sure there was no chance because it's been so cold. So instead, I thought I'd just cruise around and check things out.
Crossing the tiny, seasonal stream that's dry, I approached a fallen oak tree that I'm very careful around. You see, the top half of the dead tree broke off and fell to the ground, but it was caught in two younger trees on the way down, and this monstrous thing hangs precariously in the air, with much of the weight held up by its dead branches that fork the ground like legs. The two, much smaller, unfortunate trees which have been holding up the rest of the weight are strained and groaning under the mass. It is only a matter of time before gravity wins and the 3-foot thick, 10-foot long trunk come crashing down. So, I am careful to keep my distance.
Today I approached warily to look for interesting subjects to photograph. The first thing that caught my attention was an interesting insect egg case which looked similar to a praying mantis but wasn't the same...very fascinating! It was adhered to a pair of poison oak stems clinging to the main tree trunk. (I will show pictures of the case another day. :) After that, I continued peering around, looking at the branches, the trunk and the leaves. When I followed the main tree trunk down to the ground, I saw a patch of snow at the base of the main trunk. Then I did a double-take because I could hardly believe my eyes! Smack-dab in the middle of the snow was a mushroom poking a hole through and looking around! MY WISH WAS GRANTED!!
The fact of the matter is that I've been hoping to find exactly this sight since I began this project. I have a tiny, snow-capped mushroom that is actually my very first 365 image, but I have always wanted to find the opposite: a mushroom in a field of snow. And today I found it. It's a dream come true and I'm so happy I can hardly contain myself! :D (I am also including another picture to show the mushroom at a slightly different angle so you can see the hole it's poking through!)
When I worked my way around to the opposite side, and got the picture you see here, I saw a flash of beige on green and took a look: NO WAY! ANOTHER ONE!! On one of the branches that was holding up the massive trunk, a wee mushroom was growing in a sea of moss. HAPPY DAY!!! And in fact, there were even more mushrooms on the ground, but I already had pictures of these two and it would have taken a lot of work to clean up the area. More importantly, it would have meant spending a lot of time near this potentially deadly area, and there was no reason to put myself at risk. Literally, this trunk must weigh hundreds of pounds--and I don't want to be around when it falls!
James Russell Lowell (/ˈloʊəl/; February 22, 1819 – August 12, 1891) was an American Romantic poet, critic, editor, and diplomat. He is associated with the Fireside Poets, a group of New England writers who were among the first American poets who rivaled the popularity of British poets. These poets usually used conventional forms and meters in their poetry, making them suitable for families entertaining at their fireside. Wikipedia: James Russell Lowell
Explored on December 20, 2013. Highest placement, page 5.
Today it was much warmer than it's been for weeks, about 35°F, oh my! :D It's amazing how long the snow has stuck around, since we got nearly 4" about two weeks ago but none since. It's been cold enough that it hasn't melted in the shady areas, which I like because it's pretty.
I went out without the dogs today and headed down to our dark and shady lower forest. I really hoped that I'd be able to find some mushrooms, but quite frankly, I was pretty sure there was no chance because it's been so cold. So instead, I thought I'd just cruise around and check things out.
Crossing the tiny, seasonal stream that's dry, I approached a fallen oak tree that I'm very careful around. You see, the top half of the dead tree broke off and fell to the ground, but it was caught in two younger trees on the way down, and this monstrous thing hangs precariously in the air, with much of the weight held up by its dead branches that fork the ground like legs. The two, much smaller, unfortunate trees which have been holding up the rest of the weight are strained and groaning under the mass. It is only a matter of time before gravity wins and the 3-foot thick, 10-foot long trunk come crashing down. So, I am careful to keep my distance.
Today I approached warily to look for interesting subjects to photograph. The first thing that caught my attention was an interesting insect egg case which looked similar to a praying mantis but wasn't the same...very fascinating! It was adhered to a pair of poison oak stems clinging to the main tree trunk. (I will show pictures of the case another day. :) After that, I continued peering around, looking at the branches, the trunk and the leaves. When I followed the main tree trunk down to the ground, I saw a patch of snow at the base of the main trunk. Then I did a double-take because I could hardly believe my eyes! Smack-dab in the middle of the snow was a mushroom poking a hole through and looking around! MY WISH WAS GRANTED!!
The fact of the matter is that I've been hoping to find exactly this sight since I began this project. I have a tiny, snow-capped mushroom that is actually my very first 365 image, but I have always wanted to find the opposite: a mushroom in a field of snow. And today I found it. It's a dream come true and I'm so happy I can hardly contain myself! :D (I am also including another picture to show the mushroom at a slightly different angle so you can see the hole it's poking through!)
When I worked my way around to the opposite side, and got the picture you see here, I saw a flash of beige on green and took a look: NO WAY! ANOTHER ONE!! On one of the branches that was holding up the massive trunk, a wee mushroom was growing in a sea of moss. HAPPY DAY!!! And in fact, there were even more mushrooms on the ground, but I already had pictures of these two and it would have taken a lot of work to clean up the area. More importantly, it would have meant spending a lot of time near this potentially deadly area, and there was no reason to put myself at risk. Literally, this trunk must weigh hundreds of pounds--and I don't want to be around when it falls!
James Russell Lowell (/ˈloʊəl/; February 22, 1819 – August 12, 1891) was an American Romantic poet, critic, editor, and diplomat. He is associated with the Fireside Poets, a group of New England writers who were among the first American poets who rivaled the popularity of British poets. These poets usually used conventional forms and meters in their poetry, making them suitable for families entertaining at their fireside. Wikipedia: James Russell Lowell
Explored on December 20, 2013. Highest placement, page 5.
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