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Monday, August 12, 2019

Fawns On A Summer Evening ...


“In all things of nature, there is something of the marvelous.”
         ~ Aristotle
            ~ 384-322 B.C.
It’s always the sweetest sight of summer to see a white-tailed deer fawn, and to see two together is twice the joy!

I captured this shot of brother and sister twin white-spotted fawns on a gorgeous early July evening the park, as sunset was looming and their mama doe stood close by.

The fawn on the left I call Buttons, as I’ve been photographing him since he was a precious fawn, then a sweet button buck and now a beautiful yearling, tossing him many apples, which he loves eating, along the way. His twin sister is with him in this image, though she is usually a bit more shy about posing for the camera.

It’s a true joy and blessing to me personally and as a photographer to watch this these sweet fawns grow.

Sunday, July 7, 2019

The Fire Of Freedom ...


“I believe with all my heart that standing up for America means standing up for the God who has so blessed our land.”
                ~ Ronald Reagan
                  ~ 1911-2004
      ~40th President of the
              United States of America
                          ~ 1981-1989
The fire of freedom explodes in gold tones in the night sky at the 2019 Fourth of July Fireworks set off from J. Birney Crum Stadium, Allentown, Pennsylvania.

How wonderful it would be to have fireworks – and the fire of patriotism – in our hearts every day!

Monday, June 24, 2019

Cold Creek December ...


“The good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.”
        ~ “The good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise” is an American slang expression implying strong intentions subject to complete frustration by uncommon but not unforeseeable events. It presumably evokes occasional and unpredictably extreme rainfall in Appalachia, that has historically isolated one rural neighborhood or another temporarily inaccessible on several or many occasions and when most folks in the mountains use this term, that is exactly what they mean.

The cold waters of the Little Lehigh Creek gently flow through Lehigh Parkway, Allentown, Pennsylvania on an early December day, as autumn prepares to segue into winter.