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Halloween is on its way and I just couldn’t help getting a little creepy with my thirteenth Photo Op post.

The lightning wasn’t very strong the evening I took this shot. It was mostly cloud to cloud and hiding behind the mountain, so I decided to go for a drive to find a better vantage point. I stopped at a local cemetery, hoping to get a strong bolt in the background with some interesting foreground imagery.

I was somewhat disappointed that this was the strongest bolt I saw all evening.

Still, it makes for a cool Halloween shot.

Enjoy.

 

 

 

Tuesday Photo Challenge – Golden

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As soon as I read the title of this week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge, I knew exactly which one I wanted to use. I took this picture just over a year ago and it’s been one of my favorites ever since.

Not far from my house is a lake that has many waterfowl residents including this Heron. The Herons are usually very skittish and I was surprised that this one stood there long enough for me to take its picture.

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Tuesday Photo Challenge – Golden

 

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A little fog, combined with a lot of sunlight, make for a magical combination.

This pic is from last year. I was out walking around the yard on a foggy morning when the sun broke through the clouds and gave me this amazing picture.

I love the refraction in the rays that brings out part of the spectrum of light.

I took several pictures, but this one had the best and brightest colors to it.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.

 

 

Image copyright 2016 Mike Kelso

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My visit to the Outer Banks yielded this photo 10 years ago. On this particular morning, I got up early and took my camera for a walk. Many pictures like this were the result.

Looking back, this was probably one of my best picture days ever. The amount of quality shots I took still resonates today. I can still look back at this folder and find pics I’ve never posted that are every bit as good as this one.

Looking at this shot makes me miss going to the beach.

I hope you enjoy this pic as much as I do.

 

Image copyright 2007 Mike Kelso

The Journey: Chapter 1

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Billows of steam rose from the iron giant like breath from the nostrils of a war horse, chomping at the bit on a cold battlefield. The steam encompassed the great beast in a surreal mist, as though protecting it from the ravages of time. The station was deserted as if no one wanted to approach the beast for fear it would rouse in wrath. Slowly a shadow formed. At first, they seem bonded, mist and shadow. Then the darkness drifted closer and coalesced into the shape of a man. A trick of the light, I never knew, but he seemed to be wearing a hooded cloak, dark as midnight. As he drew near, I saw it was merely a hat and uniform.

He walked slowly, gazing at this great mechanized monster as lovingly as a rider checks his faithful steed before a long journey. His gaze seemed to pierce even metal, looking for any blemish, any imperfection. This slow, methodical inspection continued over the length of the train’s passenger, dining, and sleeper cars, ending where it began, at the engine. He mounted the steps, heading for the control room. The dials and instruments were subjected to his scrutiny. Finally, his gaze settled on the fire box. His eyes seem to glow as the intense heat turned his sunken cheeks from white to orange. His normally impassive face gave way to the slightest of grins.

The conductor greeted the passengers as they arrived, helped them aboard until all were accounted for … save one.
The whistle sounded its final warning.
The iron behemoth belched smoke as it muscled its load away from the station.
The journey had begun …

The train moved steadily down the tracks. Its swaying and clickety-clack sound had lulled many a passenger to sleep, but not the conductor. He sat in a comfortable chair, eyes closed, but not asleep. To look at him, you would not know how he did his job at all. To call him ancient would be an understatement. His steel gray hair, thin white face, and emaciated body made him look as though he belonged in a pine box rather than collecting tolls on a train that was nearly a quarter mile long. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and stared at the antique wall clock, just as it struck midnight. He rose quickly, put on his conductor’s cap, and left the room.

The conductor stepped through the door into the passenger car. It was richly decorated with beautiful dark red carpet, which perfectly offset the golden fringes and accents of the room. The seats were designed in classic style, two seats faced each other, with a small table in between. Outside, darkness had fallen like a blanket, covering the countryside in its embrace. Most of the passengers quickly grew tired of staring out into the inky black abyss. Conversations had been consummated between strangers and had given birth to stories, lovingly shared. The conductor silently glided up behind the first passenger and paused as the man began to weave a tale …

 

This story continues in The Journey: Chapter 2

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Two years ago my wife noticed a robin building a nest in the eaves of our back deck. She became fascinated with the process and checked on them daily. As you can see the mother cared for her little hatchlings and fed them well. My wife felt like a proud mama the day the little ones flew off on their own. 

I’m happy to report that this Robin (or one that looks remarkably like it) has come back to her nest every year since then. We look forward to seeing the hatchlings progress and are happy/sad when they fly off on their own.

 

Image copyright 2015 Mike Kelso

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For today’s pic I thought I’d go with something more recent. This picture was taken only two weeks ago. I drive past this mountain every day during my morning deliveries.  Thankfully the fog doesn’t burn off until I get to see it. 

This is one of the many pictures that make me glad I live where I do. It’s difficult for a picture to convey the beauty and majesty of the mountains, especially clothed in fog and bathed in sunlight like this. It’s a true sight to behold.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Have a great day.