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Brad’s Day 204 of 366 - July 22, 2020
A friend called me tonight to say they were watching a bald eagle in a tree in the middle of Stearns Park down at the Ludington City Beach. I headed that way and found the majestic bird as it sat on a large cottonwood branch.
Master Angler
While photo hunting from our little 13-foot Boston Whaler on Hamlin Lake at the Ludington State Park, my dad spotted this great blue heron with his binoculars from a quarter mile away. We slowly made our way within 50 feet of the master angler.
F5.6 at 1/800, ISO 800, 300mm lens at 300mm
Hamlin Hunter
A great blue heron takes off from one of its fishing perches on Hamlin Lake. I look forward to seeing one of the big birds on most of my hikes and voyages at Ludington State Park.
F5.6 at 1/1000, ISO 800, 70-200mm lens at 200mm
Soaring Eagle
A brisk north wind on Hamlin Lake today is making it bouncy and wet on our 13-foot Boston Whaler, but the views are worth it. This is one of a pair of mature bald eagles circling high over the lake near Inspiration Point. People sing about being lifted up on eagle's wings; I can only imagine the feeling.
F14 at 1/1000, ISO 800, 300mm lens at 300mm
Rachel’s Day 205 of 366 - July 23, 2020
These windmills are a topic of great controversy. Today, the white stood out against the blue sky and green field.
Brad’s Day 206 of 366 - July 24, 2020
I love making story-telling images with my camera. I felt like this scene in my front yard tonight told the story of growing older, bigger, and stronger. I purposely put that large tree in the very center of the image to help cut the image in half and help tell the story better.
Rachel’s Day 206 of 366 - July 24, 2020
I have a fear of snakes. Brad has a fear of spiders. He has made at least one image so far of a snake and made sure to send the picture to me to startle me. My kids found this spider on the back of our barn. Perfect payback!
Brad’s Day 207 of 366 - July 25, 2020
I could see these colorful rays shooting upwards from the setting sun, but I needed a good setting to make a strong image of them. I found this beautiful farm near Custer, Michigan and knew that would be the middle ground of my image. Now I needed a strong foreground. I found these bushes and trees alongside the road and walked out into them to set up my camera and tripod.
Rachel’s Day 207 of 366 - July 25, 2020
The kids and I were camping at “The Point” on the farm. We had a group out for dinner and s’mores. It was a fun night of sharing stories and jokes. As the sun started to set, the ferns and trees lit up. I love this spot on our farm.
Todd Reed's Day 204 of 365
Porkchop strikes a handsome pose while promenading through downtown Ludington during Friday Night Live. Being a dog lover, I could not resist making a picture of the English bulldog.
F2.8 at 1/320, ISO 400, 70-200 mm lens at 155 mm
Rachel’s Day 208 of 366 - July 26, 2020
Storms seem to be popping up very quickly lately. We were still camping at “The Point” when the wind started to pick up. Everyone pitched in to pack up loose items. I then turned my attention to the clouds passing overhead above the Pere Marquette River.
Barnyard Stunner
While photographing two baby skunks playing about 25 yards away, my peripheral vision senses movement on my left. I look up to see this baby skunk no more than 15 yards away emerging from a barn. Attracted to its gorgeous white coat, I swing the camera to shoot, hoping the skunk is not repelled enough by me to spray. Baby skunks have scent glands from the day they are born and can spray when only eight days old.
F4 at 1/1000, ISO 800, 500mm lens at 700mm
So Stinking Cute - Panoramic
Three of nine baby skunks spotted in a farmyard south of Ludington parade past me after playing and hunting for food on a late spring morning. My vantage point provides a clear view of the widely varying black and white patterns of their coats.
F4 at 1/1250, ISO 800, 500mm lens at 700mm
Rachel’s Day 209 of 366 - July 27, 2020
When I think of Bespop, I often picture him in this area of his yard, near his grape arbor. Of course, he would be leaning on his cane, wearing his straw fedora hat, and smoking his pipe of cherry tobacco. I miss his smile. I miss his laugh.