A cage can be a “frame” as depicted in this shot of a leopard at the Sacramento Zoo. Take the wires away and this big cat would look completely different even it its expression was the same. A cage is a frame. <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/frame/”>Frame</a>
Shes’ crawling and pulling herself up, as shown, with a smile of achievement.
Yesterday I ran into three quail in the driveway–they walked away quickly into a hedge When I reached the street I thought I saw a very large quail at the corner–turned out to be a ring necked pigeon–it chose to fly away.
Of course, there is the blue jay that squawks at me when I go into the backyard during its bath time. I often look up to see a “V” of Canadian Geese flying by. Crows and sea gulls are the most commonly heard birds in these parts aside from quails in the morning.
Are there more birds around that usual, or am I just paying more attention?
Carmel Mission Trail
I love walking on a path for the first time–one that meanders through the woods with the element of surprise a possibility at every turn. There is no better day to find a path than on a Monday, the start of the work week for many. So, until I run out of places, I will be posting a favorite path each Monday( I may or may not be at work.).
This first one is the Carmel Mission Trail in Carmel, California.
I looked down from a cliff to see a wedding party walking on railroad tracks. I focused on a young woman with large shoes and a tattoo. So many contrasts.
The shadow of a butterfly.
It happened once, so, I believe, it is rare, at least, for me. I photographed the shadow of a butterfly without knowing it until I downloaded the shot. <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/rare/”>Rare</a>
–The ongoing saga of a guru turned limo driver.
Last week: Chartan visits cancer-stricken Brazil who warns him to pay attention to those he loves before it is too late.
Gina and Jake were positioned in the kitchen as Chartan imagined they would be. It was as if he were a browser in a museum with life-like sculptures of those he loved most. They were frozen with smiles as he walked around them. A giant wall clock sent echoes of “tick tock” throughout the room. As the ticking increased, Chartan’s bewilderment slowly morphed into fear. Were they dead? Was he too late?
“Ready for dinner?”
Chartan turned to Gina who was leaning against the sink.
“My husband, it’s a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer.”
He rushed to the sink and threw his arms around her.
“We have to eat first,” she replied.
“Have I told you today how much I love you?” asked Chartan, staring at the reflection of Gina’s dark hair in the window.
“Daddy, don’t you love mommy?”
Chartan turned around to face Jake in a high chair at the kitchen table. “I love you both.”
“My world famous macaroni is getting cold,” chimed Gina.
Later that night Chartan fell asleep holding Gina as if she would disappear if he let her go.
To Be Continued Next Sunday…