Weather has been nice here. We took our daily dog run by the creek that runs along the base of "my" mountain. The water was clear and we could see quite a few trout. No fishermen to be seen.
1901 one-room schoolhouse in the narrow valley of the creek:
We followed one of the brooks that feed the creek up the mountain to a lake that I call the cliff lake. Bliss instantly went on point:
As we got up to the lake, the source of this point was quickly apparent. A pair of geese in the crystal clear, icy cold and very deep water. They likely have a nest somewhere in the woods along the shore of the lake. Uh oh!! A momma mallard and a clutch of tiny ducklings cruising along the base of the cliff.
Hope the dogs don't see them! No such luck - Joy was on them in a blink. She is a birddog, after all.
Just to let everyone know before I get a lecture, I would NOT have let her catch any ducklings, even if she could (they swim much faster than she can). The dogs always want the big ducks, not the tinies (more to eat?). And Joy had her e-collar on, so if she should choose to disregard a "Leave IT!", command she would instantly be reprimanded.
That said, it is way cool to watch how a mama duck will lead the dogs away from the babies. She does a broken wing act and leads the dogs all the way to the far end of the lake from the ducklings. She lets them get pretty close to her to keep them interested in her, but she knows they cannot even begin to catch her on the water (on land would be another matter). Then, she simply files all the way back to the ducklings at the opposite end of the lake. Even though the dogs have been through this process countless times, they never seem to get the memo - they chase mama in the water, thinking that they are going to catch her at any moment, until she flies away and leave them wondering what the hell just happened.
Now, the dogs have to laboriously swim the entire length of the lake again. Four or five passes like that and they are more than ready to quit. Good exercise was had by all, including the Old Folks. ☺️
I stopped at a local town park on my way home from the rookery. These prayer flags were hanging from the remains of a "historic" building that sits along one of the wooded walking trails.
A spontaneous playful idea to shoot the moon last evening with my X-T3 and Nikkor 180mm ai. Not an ideal moon focal length, which means a heavy crop and the rather not too perfect sharpness etc.. I think it works in a small size, though :). If I remember correctly: 2 exposures, 4 seconds (iso 160) and 15 second (iso 1250), both at f/5.6.
Yes, but it is erosion from rain water circulating and percolating on the top boulder. The top boulder rests on top of the lower one, and during a long time the rain water erodes its bottom. It is not river water or glacial water erosion.
Weather was perfect and we had a little time, so we got the little, much modified, hotrod two-seater out of the barn and dusted her off for a Sunday afternoon ride.
Somehow, we ended-up exploring the site of an old coal-fired electric generating plant instead of the usual pretty rural places we go. Nancy in the car down by the site:
A small part of the massive old plant - abandoned in 2015 and just slowly crumbling. Seems like there should be something one could do with all of that infrastructure.
Being at this vast facility, all silent with no one around was a very odd experience. It felt like we were in Chernobyl or something....
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