The final post (for now) of images from the Kellogg Bird Sanctuary is a variety of images taken from the 1.5 mile trail around the lake. Learn more about the sanctuary here.

I suspect most of you have noticed I have started putting a copyright notice on my pictures. A number of you have encouraged me to do so and it is probably something I should have done earlier. I don’t mind people sharing my images, but please do so with the copyright. If you would like a jpeg copy without copyright info please contact me at julie.nemecek@comcast.net.

As always, I appreciate your thoughts and comments.

Scenic View

Scenic View


Birch

Birch

Red and Yellow

Red and Yellow


Summer's End

Summer’s End


Michigan Alligator

Michigan Alligator


Berries

Berries


Tree Fungas

Tree Fungas


Fall Reflections

Fall Reflections


Log

Log


Stump in the Woods

Stump in the Woods

Woods

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

These words end the 1916 poem by Robert Frost titled The Road Less Taken. It is a thought-provoking poem about the directions our lives can take and the regret or peace we can have about our path. Some would say I have taken the road less traveled, but in reality, for me, it was the only road to travel.

When Pat and I shoot together we often take the roads less traveled. The woods at Blueberry Hill were no exception. Two roads were available to us and we chose to take the one less traveled. It was a quiet, serene journey. The coyotes, fox, deer, and turkeys that call these woods home did not come out to meet us. We each wandered in the directions our eye would take us for a couple of hours; together but on our journeys. We can photograph the same thing, but what we see and try to capture can be quite different.

These photos are some of what caught my eye. They all have one-word titles so your mind can take its own path in viewing them. I did add one picture from a different woods that I wandered into during the same week.

Seed

Seed

Moss

Moss

Birch

Birch

Feather

Feather

Photographer

Photographer

Yes, that’s Pat. Love to hear your thoughts on any paths these photos take you on.

The Trestle

Today I want to tell you a story. The story is about a beautiful reminder of the glory days of railroading; specifically a nearly forgotten trestle. Pat and I came upon this trestle during a summer photo outing, thanks to a tip from a local photographer. We visited the location but had difficulty getting pictures due to mature Summer foliage and mature aggressive mosquitoes. We decided to write down the middle-of-nowhere location and return in the Fall in hopes of clearer views.

The trestle is within a couple of hundred yards of the intersection of two gravel roads. From the bridge of the busier gravel road the trestle is barely visible. Look toward the top of this image and you can see the support structure.

From the Bridge

From the Bridge

From the other gravel road, we could see the trestle in its beautiful – almost magical – setting. Leaves were gone, but trees still obstructed any clear view.

From the Road

From the Road

We knew we would have to go down the trail to the trestle to get the shots we wanted.

The Path

The Path

When we reached the trestle, I knew exactly where I needed to be to get the picture I wanted. I needed to cross the trestle. To get to the ties that were still solid on the trestle, I needed to first walk along the rather narrow support beams.

Support Beams

Support Beams

The rails had been removed from the ties, but the ties were mostly intact. Some of the rivets were intact, some popped loose, and some entirely missing.

Rivets In, Out, & Gone

Rivets In, Out, & Gone

Crossing the trestle involved some larger steps where ties were entirely missing or deemed too risky by my more responsible side.

Broken Tie

Broken Tie

I made it safely to the other side intact with my camera and two lenses. I shot a picture with my zoom lens first, to capture the simple engineering of the trestle.

Trestle Detail

Trestle Detail

Then I changed lenses and used a wide-angle lens to capture the image that I had held in my head for weeks. It was overcast, but still a good day.

The Image

The Image

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