Sitting on a log

March 4, 2015 / Rebecca / Leave a comment

“I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.” ~Henry David Thoreau

Tufted Titmouse

March 3, 2015 / Rebecca / 1 Comment

Tufted titmice are frequent visitors to my feeders. It is not always easy to get a photo of them because they flit in and out so quickly. I usually hear their clear echoing voice before I actually see them, which is my cue to get my camera ready.

“Those who wish to sing … always find a song.” ~Swedish Proverb

Feeding flock

February 27, 2015 / Rebecca / 5 Comments

Earlier today, a flock of American robins mixed with cedar waxwings descended upon the holly trees in our front yard. They systematically harvested the berries and then quickly moved on to their next destination. What a treat to watch these beautiful birds in action!

Expressions

February 25, 2015 / Rebecca / Leave a comment

The cardinals keep my backyard interesting with their beautiful colors and energetic activity. Their constant sense of alertness can make for some rather expressive photos.

“Of all the things you wear, your expression is most noticeable.” ~Unknown

Waves in the sky

February 12, 2015 / Rebecca / 2 Comments

Altocumulus Undulatus

“We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea. ~Paul Tillich

Sitting along the river

February 10, 2015 / Rebecca / 2 Comments

“Eagles come in all shapes and sizes but you will recognize them chiefly by their attitudes.” ~E. F. Schumacher

Tows

February 6, 2015 / Rebecca / 3 Comments

Eastern

Cynthia II passing Sally Bromfield

Sally Bromfield

Timothy C. Allen

Jerry Jones

Amy L. Laquay

Viking Queen

Eastern pushing a barge

My husband and I have a favorite spot where we enjoy standing and watching the barges glide slowly and silently along the Mississippi. There’s something mesmerizing about watching the powerful engines of the tows as they seem to effortlessly push their large loads up and down the river.

Sometimes, I can’t help but be taken back in my mind’s eye to far away childhood memories of standing spellbound along the Illinois Central Railroad and feeling the rumble of the large, powerful engines of the freight trains as they glided smoothly along the tracks through our small West Tennessee town. The thrill of waving to the conductor and receiving a wave or hearing a short, loud blast of the engine’s horn.

Yes, there’s something magical about watching the barges go up and down the Mississippi and the memories that they bring to mind. And sometimes, you can’t help but smile and wave and wish them safe travels on their journey.