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Some of My Favorite Places

My favorite place is wherever I am…or, most often, someplace else.

Regardless, those places always include green trees, water, moderately warm temperatures, and frequently – adult beverages.

Man tasting wine in a winery

My brother, Charlie, proprietor of Victor Alexander Winery, Bainbridge Island, WA

Lake Michigan shore near Montague, MI

Lake Michigan shore near Montague, MI

Northwest Plains and Mountains

Northwest Plains and Mountains

Sunset at Orange Beach, Alabama

Sunset at Orange Beach, Alabama

Quinta Mazatlan, McAllen, Texas

Quinta Mazatlan, McAllen, Texas

Wharf and Ferris Wheel at Seattle, Washington.

Wharf and Ferris Wheel at Seattle, Washington.

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A Little Late

Hitting the snooze button proved a huge mistake this morning. I missed the best part of the sunrise and the fantastic fog had mostly evaporated. Another mistake was rushing out the door carrying only a wide angle lens. I missed several shots that demanded a longer lens.

On the other hand, I did get this massive flock of grackles rising from the marsh, coursing across the horizon in numbers too great to count. Even though the birds are much too small in the frame (they look like specks of dirt) the flock itself becomes a significant element of the landscape.

Had I been there earlier, I would have missed this shot. Had I carried a longer lens the flock of birds could have been an even more impressive component.

Mistakes: I make so many and learn so little. But then, in a civilized world early morning is no time for learning.

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Sunrise with a massive flock of grackles flying across the horizon.

 

Yesterday’s “Daily Prompt” Mistake

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Cleaned Up?

It's barely a waterfall.

It’s barely a waterfall.

It’s barely a waterfall, the creek – barely a creek. The place is at the upper end of the town where everybody goes, but nobody sees. Drainage from swamps and wetlands, hidden in plain sight the water flows, year after year, season after season, first out to the little lake and then to the big lake.

The little lake used to be one of the top ten most polluted lakes in the country, with a tannery and all the major chemical plants on its shores, but they say it’s since been cleaned up.

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