Please join me on this Memorial Day in remembering all of those who have given everything so that you and I can live in peace.

I have had the opportunity recently to view Ken Burn’s current documentary entitled War.  It is specifically about World War II.  It reminds me that when I complain about nonsense, there was a generation who gave until there was nothing left to give, and asked nothing in return. That particular generation is called by many “the greatest generation”.  They also managed to endure a 13 year adventure called The Great Depression, and many suffered through The Dust Bowl.

God bless every generation, including this one, for always having those unselfish souls that do the work for others.

Picture Talk:  Light (or lack of) does unique things to photographs. This immature Bald Eagle image has always looked like a painting to me.  Maybe a drawing. I remember making this on a blue sky day but it appears as though it is one of those moments when the sun is behind a cloud, but the distant sky is still blue.  Would it have that painterly feel if this was a mature Bald Eagle with the stark white head and tail? Does it have that quality to you?  While it may be a matter of opinion whether any one person likes to see this soft light quality in an action wildlife image, I must admit I would love to recreate this on demand.

This is a male Greater Scaup at take off.  I made a series of duck images at this location. The question has been asked of me how in the world did you Photoshop those pretty blue patches of water into this picture.  Digitally altering a wildlife photo that way has no appeal to me. There is a large boat with a blue tarp just out of the picture frame, and it is reflecting into the water. Maybe not a natural occurrence but absolutely real and the way it appeared to the eye.

I love expressive moments with animals.  I honestly prefer them to action shots. Whenever I made portraits of wildlife I tried to remain one step into the future with my expectations of my subject. Simple expressions like the Common Grackle below is displaying, help us to relate to wild animals. Just a fraction of a second in the life of a typical grackle.  Of course I also try to anticipate that moment when a bird like this bursts into flight.

Every glance can tell a story.  There is actually a mouse or vole under that marsh grass.  I once saw a Sandhill Crane interrupt its munching on wild rye to grab a field mouse and consume it.

While this day’s true meaning is a solemn one, it is also a time for family and fun. That would certainly be one of the things that our veterans have fought for.  Take a little time to smile and laugh today.

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3 Responses to Remembering

  1. ron says:

    You still continue to surprise me. I expected you to remember this day with a story about your dad in Hawaii on December 7th……..Not the brat man.

  2. I’ve done that before. I would never forget my Dad. Also Memorial day is really about the war dead. My father survived. It is an excellent documentary, as is his films The Civil War, National Parks, The American Experience, Mark Twain, Prohibition, Baeball and more. I always watch everything for myself and decide. I would hardly say that what I wrote was about the director of a documentary anyway. That’s just an historical frame of reference. You may have this director mixed up with another well known director who makes poltical “documentaries” from one particular point of view.

    • ron says:

      When I read your blog this AM there was a video attached after the last image of someone in Milwaukee that was cooking brats for Memorial Day. It surprised me because 1) it was video. 2) it had nothing to do about nature. It had nothing to do about a director or a film.

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