“It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.”
~ Aesop
~ 620 B.C. ~ 564 B.C.
A Little Blue Heron searches for breakfast in the lagoon on a beautiful early morning in May in the Lowcountry of Bluffton, South Carolina.
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“It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.”
~ Aesop
~ 620 B.C. ~ 564 B.C.
A Little Blue Heron searches for breakfast in the lagoon on a beautiful early morning in May in the Lowcountry of Bluffton, South Carolina.
“A good snapshot keeps a moment from running away.”
~ Eudora Welty
~ 1909 ~ 2001
~Native of Jackson, Mississippi, Pulitzer Prize winning author & photographer who wrote about the American South
The recent passing of my Dad, who I loved very much, has been extremely difficult. I recently came across a photo of him at age 16 taking a picture of Crater Lake, Oregon during a 1953 trip from his hometown of Phillipsburg, New Jersey to visit relatives in California.
I just love the photo and did very little editing to it to preserve its natural beauty and nostalgic mood.
According to the National Park Service, Crater Lake inspires awe. Native Americans witnessed its formation 7,700 years ago, when a violent eruption triggered the collapse of a tall peak. Scientists marvel at its purity – fed by rain and snow, it’s the deepest lake in the USA and one of the most pristine on Earth. Artists, photographers, and sightseers gaze in wonder at its blue water and stunning setting atop the Cascade Mountain Range.
The volcanic crater lake is located in Klamath County.
“Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?”
~ Jack Kerouac
~ 1922 ~ 1969
As if dropped into the spring landscape from a German Christmas putz, I captured this slice of Americana ~ with the American flag billowing in the breeze ~ on a late April afternoon along the Saucon Rail Trail in the Saucon Valley, Hellertown, Pennsylvania.