I am often asked what type of camera I use for the photography on my blog.
I've used just about every kind of camera during my lifetime. From my Brownie box camera as a child, to disposables, point and shoot, SLR, and digital. By far, my best photos have been from my current camera... my Apple iPhone. Apple has done a great job in its camera improvements over the years. I have no complaints.
I have learned, over the years, to always take a camera along - wherever I go. On the rare occasion that I leave home without it, I am always filled with regret. Invariably I see something worth recording. My camera is as vital to me as my fingers. It supplies me with endless fodder for this blog.
Not only do photos capture a scene, they also capture emotions and can evoke many feelings in the viewer. I love sharing my life through pictures.
Yesterday morning, early, I was out in the front pasture cleaning up manure. The horses were at the tail end of their morning grazing, having been let out at 4:45 in the cool, dark, pre-dawn, pre-bug hours. I wanted to share the mood of the front pasture with you at this time of morning - when the previous day's humidity hung as early morning fog over the land - before the sun was high enough to toast the air and land.
The very front of the pasture has a small grove of locust trees.
It's where the horses spend a lot of their grazing time (and thus is where a lot of the manure happens to be).
As I walked amongst the trees, I found a funnel web.
I had spoken of these several blogs back, but could not find one on the farm.
I've noticed these last few years that all of the trees are growing shelf fungus like this.
Do you know what shelf fungus is good for?
Just ask Pete and he will tell you...
It's a great place to get a better vantage point.
See what I mean? If I had not had my camera with me at that precise moment... the moment would have been lost. I could have told you about it. But, it's like they say.... a picture's worth a thousand words. In this case, at least a dozen or so!
And now, some follow-up from yesterday's blog. The black cat that I showed you - Gus - is definitely not one of the Bea's. You might remember that three identical Bea's moved into the barn about 3 years ago. Quite some time back, one of them met with a tragic ending... a sad story that I never wrote about.... leaving us with only two Beas. Then, Gus moved in this past winter. Gus is older than the Beas. He's a delightful, rotund, man of mystery with a white paintbrush-tipped tail.
Our remaining Bea's are not quite as friendly as old Gus. This one, "Bea Fun" loves to be petted and will even tolerate being picked up.
"Bea Run", on the other hand, lives up to her name.
Yesterday was so stinking hot - I swore it was hot enough to cook an egg on our back deck. Of course, I had to test my theory - and cracked an egg just to see. An hour later...
Apparently, it has to reach about 150 degrees for an egg to fry on the sidewalk. Thank God, it's not that hot here!!