On to Concord (and Back)

I set out on my own yesterday, as my usual photo safari companion was away. Concord, Michigan is a short trip from my home. I was on my way a bit before sunrise to catch as much of my preferred early morning light as possible. The sunflowers were near Spring Arbor. The animal shots were on my rather circuitous route back. The rest are from Concord. I hope you can sense some of my pleasure in this morning ramble.


Concord Sunrise

Summers Past

Cool Bike

Mom & Pop Sandhill Crane

Ripples & Reflections


Evening Drive

Due to busier than usual daytime schedules, Pat and I took an evening drive. It was a different light than we were used to, but we adjusted and captured some Pure Michigan beauty. Pat was the navigator and entirely by well-planned accident we ended up at the ice cream place to have green apple and caramel ice creams in a small twist. It was a peace-educing evening drive.


Our Favorite Type of Road


Busy Bee


Beautiful Backlit Queen


Golden Hour Glow


Shining Through





Among the Wild

Lat week’s photo outing took us out among the wild, er wildflowers. We both agreed that this was one of the most prolific wildflower summers we had seen. Queen Anne’s Lace has been especially plentiful. Here is some of what I witnessed in my adventure among the wild (wildflower, that is).

CAUTION: If you are an arachnophobe, there are spider webs in three of the images.




No, not the ones with the roar. The wild orange ones. Tiger Lilies. Tiger Lilies are my favorite flower, except perhaps for a rose that smells as good as it looks. Here are three captured tiger shots from last Wednesday’s photo safari.


The White Barn

Yesterday, Pat and I meandered through at least two counties on yet another photo safari. We saw at least a dozen deer, 15 or so turkeys, four Sandhill cranes, five turkey vultures, and one rabbit. We saw hundreds, if not thousands, of wild flowers. But Pat was on a mission to find a good old barn (and she had the wheel). So when I saw this white barn so near to the road, I knew we would be stopping. I am glad we did.

The more I age, the more I appreciate the majestic beauty of age. It is a quiet, gentle beauty that presents itself and invites a deeper look. I hope my photos help you see the beauty in this aged white barn.



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