A Duck and an Egg.
But it isn't an Egg. It doesn't even look like an Egg. Nor does it look like a Duck.
However, it is a County Park that I've grown to love and appreciate. It is a Hiking/Trout Fishing/Horseback Riding natural area that has a flood control dam in it.
It is one of our many County Parks that I will call 'treasures'.
The first few photos are going to be some of my Infrared Shots. IF anyone ever tells me again that they need a 'better' camera to take 'better' shots I am going to show them the little Canon ELPH I have.
There is another saying I guess, *The best camera is the one you have with you.*
I will agree that I took the Canon ELPH which is converted to Infrared along because I hoped I'd have a few things that make IR so fun. Harsh sunlight, shadows, foliage, water, and sky. I also brought my Nikon entry level DSLR with a nice prime lens for the purpose of shooting just wild flowers.
Canon ELPH:
Foot Bridge 2. I love these shadows with the stream
running underneath. Fav for black and white.
From the East side of Foot Bridge 2.
I edited for the funky IR colors and then added a
bit of what is called Faux Color.
The Y Log.
Hard to imagine 'seeing'
in Infrared but once you start to
think IR you can tell that a scene
like this with this bright lighting
wouldn't be so nice
in regular light.
I dig the reflections
in the
water.
My Favorite shot of the day.
I tried this view from more
than one angle.
Bridge 1 at the horse
crossing.
I love Wildflowers. Okay. I love garden flowers too. But I find the odd wildflowers more fun to photograph. I get excited like a child hunting for easter eggs or magical gifts when I find those tiny little wonders in the woods. [say that 3 times fast!]
Bloodroot. I love these guys. They
get my vote for
coolest flower.
Dutchman's Breeches.
I recall my Grandfather taking the domestic
relative of these
which is the bleeding heart.
He plucked the flower and
told me a story about
the lady in the
shower....
Ginger Root.
The flowers are on the ground.
Very cool.
Trillium.
Not open yet.
Looks like I'll have
to go back!
I think Charlie would like
to go too.
When I hiked out the parking lot was full of vehicles. Most of them were trout fisherman. Obvious by the clothes they had on. I enjoyed talking with them for a bit and asked if they'd heard of Tainter Creek. They did and it was on their list, but they'd heard it was a bit crowded with fisherman.
They asked if I was a 'local'. I said indeed I was. I finally had lived here long enough to be considered 'local' by the locals.
Anyway I left and told them to enjoy their fishing. I'd be back to hunt morels.