robin in a tree…posing for me


finally, someone actually posed for me….

when i was a kid, my mother and father bought me a little silver camera for Christmas. i was ecstatic. i took my first black and white pictures. one of the first i ever took was of my dear cousin who died just five years later. it was one of the best presents i have ever received…because i have those pictures…

photos say a lot about us. anyone who peruses my photos can tell i love the mountains, waterfalls, woods, and all natural things. but i haven’t always been able to capture a great moment. especially when photographing birds.

birds do not like to sit still. this robin- if it was a robin it was a very big robin, indeed- sat just long enough. you could say it was one of the better moments i had that day…a day when nothing seemed to go right.

but it is now Saturday night. and while i am alone again tonight…one of the most eligible bachelors in the area…i am not pining away for some redheaded beauty or dark eyed honey, but looking through my photos. you could say they are not as disappointing as my recent prospects with the female of the species. in fact, i have become much more interested in photographing moving creatures in the wild since i have had no moving women worth photographing. 

i have been capturing the birds and the bees. yesterday, numerous bumblebees encircled me while i walked a loop trail. i had to time my pacing so that i did not walk into the circling bees…just as one needs to time a response to another type of bee- a honey-bee.

the proliferation of birds in that wildlife area surprised me…but none would sit long enough for me to photograph, except the robins. and as common as they are here, i was seriously considering not even attempting such a shot.

funny, how my camera battery started dying after that. 

finally, a flighty figure in one of my photographs…

About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from,,, and are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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