Reflecting on a Saturday evening

October sun writes in strange calligraphy ...

It happened today - in 55 words

I need to clear my mind so I head to a nearby park. As soon as I get off the main path, a bird dives precariously close to my head, missing it perhaps by an inch. It obviously wants my attention... well, actually not so much the attention than a treat... the cheeky little beggar.

haiku my way

a fork in the road
a tree points
in all directions

The Muffed Target

With thanks to Thom for hosting



Near dusk these agile critters emerge in search of their meal (insects in the main). So, we have low light conditions, the objects moving fast and erratically, frequently changing direction. The result? Muffed! And this time you get four for the price of one.

haiku my way

class reunion
my shoes
don't fit

The Muffed Target

Mahalo, Thom



So, you have a telephoto lens attached to your camera and a little critter poses for you. First you curse your luck as the motive calls for a macro lens, then try to take a snap anyway while forgetting the minimal focussing distance at 300 mm is almost 1,5 metres (5 feet?). What you get is a blurry target and , if you're lucky, something in the pic looks somewhat in focus. You sigh and delete... or, better, save it for Thom's weekly meme.

Getting on with photos

Macro this time... the hoverfly was a willing model...