Monthly Archives: April 2013
I have decided to enter some photos in a contest sponsored by The Friends of Roxborough State Park. They will be choosing images to publish in a calendar that will be sold to benefit the park. Roxborough is small for a state park, but what it lacks in quantity is made up in quality. As a direct result of getting a camera last spring, I made more visits to the park in the last year than I had in the previous 13 combined. I am blessed to live just a mile and a half from the park entrance and have truly enjoyed getting to know this special place.
I can only submit 6, so I have some trimming to do. Hard choices… Here are the contenders:
Fun day Saturday that started with an early morning 20 mile run. The sunrise was sweet! Finally starting to get some color again, it’s been a long winter.
The morning light was nice as I shut off my headlamp and cruised up a 4 mile climb.
I soon spotted a fox, who casually sat down for a scratch before taking off.
Clouds moved in and things got a little blustery, but the scenery was great. I can’t wait for some leaves to start popping out. I’ve been looking at bare twigs for too long.
I found a coyote skeleton. I felt exactly like that on some of my runs out here, luckily today I was still moving pretty well.
It was great to get home at a decent hour and still have the rest of the day ahead. Later in the afternoon, I ended up with 90 minutes to kill while waiting to pick up my daughter. I headed over to Cherry Creek State Park, thinking I would just do some ‘target practice’ with the camera. I like to test different shutter speeds and try to get better at keeping distant birds in focus. My expectations for any good shots were really low. It was the middle of the day and the light was very poor for the most part. Plus I knew the park would be busy on a Saturday afternoon. I saw some pelicans and smiled at what a crazy looking creature they are.
As I relocated to another area of the park, I drove past two photographers set up a little ways off the road with tripods and long lenses. Obviously capturing something interesting. I resisted the urge to crash their party (because that’s downright annoying) and instead made a mental note to check it out later if I had time.
It turned out to be a good call. I soon ran into this osprey and had it all to myself for the show that was about to unfold.
Taking flight a few minutes after I got set up, you could tell it was serious about doing some fishing.
Splash!! I was surprised at how hard it hit the water.
It sat there for a while, making me wonder what was going on under the surface. Eventually it started flapping its mighty wings and exerting great effort to free itself from the surface of the lake.
Was the hunt successful? It was hard to tell at the time, but I figured it had been since it was working so hard to lift off.
If you look closely at the last pic in the sequence above, you can spot the passenger.
Exhausted, the osprey finally gave up and sank back down into the water. Coming to rest near a pair of ducks.
Initially oblivious, the mallard was caught off guard by the splashing intrusion. Feeling threatened, he launched into an all-out offensive.
But quickly aborted the charge when the osprey rose up out of the water in defense.
Talking smack throughout his retreat, you could almost hear the scolding Donald Duck voice.
The defeated mallard lifted himself in a triumphant pose for his lady. I think she was rolling her eyes, while the osprey was shaking its head at the whole thing.
Time to go to the other side of the lake.
The whole exchange was pretty comical, and caused me to reflect on how often similar things happen in our own lives. Someone, not meaning any harm or ill at all, causes a disturbance near us and we feel targeted. When in reality, they were just dealing with their own problems. But the world demands punishment for such acts, so it is handed out hastily.
In the future, I will strive to be a little less like that overreacting mallard.
It was a cool exchange to witness, though.
Oh, I found what the other photographers were looking at. Some very sleepy baby owls.
Later that night I took my daughter up to Roxborough State Park to spot some bluebirds. She got to see me get busted by the ranger for belly-crawling 30 feet off the road to get this shot. He was super cool about it, I just need to stay on the trails/roads from now on…
And the next day, redemption for the osprey!
I’ve only been there once, but I feel a deep connection to the place. The bombs went off 20 feet to the left of where I stood to take this picture. I took it at 4:12 in the morning 3 years ago as I started my 26 mile run along the marathon course in reverse to the town of Hopkinton. I made it to the start line in time to take my place with the other runners and run the race back to downtown Boston. Making that final turn onto Boylston Street is something I will never forget. Damned if I wasn’t floating on air. The noise of the crowd lining the street was amplified by the confined space amongst the tall buildings and the feeling was epic. Completely without warning, I found myself choking back a huge lump in my throat as I approached the finish. Sounds dramatic, but it was. I never dreamed someone like me could actually run the Boston marathon, yet there I was. 52 miles and finishing strong. I really wish I was there today, but I’m really glad I wasn’t. Be strong, Boston. Don’t let the bastid’s win.