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Partying Like It’s 365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, With #56


Lone Eagle.

Partying hard.

Dinner at the historical Drift Inn.

And coffee with live music.

Here is number 56…

Where fresh meets salt. I thought of my brother, and then pictured him throwing gobs of prawns at nickel bright steelhead and salmon returning home. “If this doesn’t work, I’ll grab a net.”

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography. Photo #2

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Photo of the day (day number two) is…

“There you are! What are you doing way up there?”

This is my favorite picture of the day, and it’s also photo number two of my “365 Days Of Great Pics Photography.” Many may ask, “Why didn’t you pick the other one, where it’s just him?” Well, the reason…I just dig this shot. It’s got character and some humor going along with it. This bald eagle was checking out another eagle way the heck up there. I mean this guy was cranking his head up and around at all angles, with eagle eyes locked on his target. It was just a beautiful bird making a beautiful shot. I know my mom will love it. “It’s Sam!”




Bald Bachelors

From Mount Bachelor (barely visible by the way), to the Fall River, to the outskirts of sage country, dad and I surely know how to make the rounds.

There were also few bald bachelors (bald eagles, and not all that far from Mount Bachelor), who also caught the attention of our inquiring eyes.

Hope you enjoy.

Swaying and crackling with the first frost.

Recycling done right. Makeshift coffee cup.

Bald and Bold.

Beau and I carved our names on this bench back when we were like 15. No joke. We were freezing to death, with a light snow falling all over and around us, I remember shivering nonstop. We were waiting for his parents to pick us up. One of our many trips to the Fall River, and by the end of the day all we could think about was food, primarily barbecued ribs. Remember that Beau? Kasey’s Texas Style Barbecue. “Just call me Teddy.”

What’s left of it.

No spring chicken.

Red Wings viewpoint.

“There you are! What are you doing way up there?”



Raptors to Riffles (and sun…in Oregon?)