Showing posts with label photographs not taken. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photographs not taken. Show all posts

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Sightings

While out walking:

A mosaic-covered house, cupboard, and porch with an assortment of objects awaiting further work scattered about.

A horse and rider calmly using the crosswalk and then moving into the bike lane to continue on over the bridge.

A snowy egret landing in the Los Angeles River near sunset.

Pink, gold, and orange clouds over the river.

A family riding together, Mom and Dad on horses, younger child on a pony, the two smallest in the saddles in front of their parents,  accompanied by a cheerful black and white goat which trotted along quite happily, unleashed.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Library Herons, or why I should ALWAYS carry my camera, even when it isn't practical

So, today it was not practical to carry the camera full time the way I usually do. It just wasn't.

So I didn't.

And when I stopped by the library, there was a young heron, standing in the edging, looking a bit dazed, in perfect photo position--peering around a cactus, to be precise.

Later, he was over standing on someone's wall, trying to figure out whether or not he could reach the roof. Again, a beautiful photo op, and I had no camera!

Apparently, they're still figuring out how to fly, so they pretty regularly land in front yards or in library edgings.

Oh--and the woman who had complained about all the noise the nestlings were making? It was her yard, and she was delightedly calling her husband out to look.

I knew she was protesting too much!

And I'm simply going to have to figure out how to carry my camera tomorrow.

I won't be near those herons, but something else might happen. You never know.

Monday, January 25, 2010

The Picture I Didn't Get

Wednesday.

It's pouring rain.

A little girl of around three is standing next to the chocolate shop. Her curly red hair is plastered to her head.

She is dripping wet.

In each hand she holds a chocolate covered strawberry almost as big as her hand.

On her face is a look of pure joy.