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365 Days of Photography with Day Number 210 through 214…

Week Through The Birthday Bash 

Day 210…


Day 211…


Day 212…


Day 213…


Day 214…


Introducing “365 Days of Flash Photography” with Day Number One

Some of you might remember my “365 Days of Photography” series, where I’d post a photo daily, of various scenes and subjects, counting up to 365 days. I’ve decided on giving it another go, with this series being focused on Flash Photography, where I’ll be using a flash for each photo. Just something different, and besides, one day I’d like to become a pro with using different flashes on and off my camera. So, here we go… 

Here is Day Number 1…

AdjustedMy friendly little hummer at DeepWood Estate.

Manic Tantrums

April’s manic aggressive skies riot helter skelter over a rather timid Willamette Valley. They remind me of a hyperactive child who’s discovered a faucet somewhere in the heavens. Within seconds it’s yanked to full blast, resulting in a violent burst of showers, cascading upon the submissive earth below. Moments later the faucets turned politely off, things return to order, and bird song declares its return. Itching


These have been added to the Spring Fling Photo Gallery.

Busy Blur

Alert with accuracy, busy in a world of vibrant colors, the hummers at DeepWood Estate work in a frantic frenzy of nectar filled evenings, browsing through a variety of flowers, diving through towering oaks, chasing robins and stout flickers from their holding grounds. They’re a driving force to be reckoned with.BusyBlur1


Violet Distractions

Even lone hummers periodically surrender, falling victim to the intoxicating beauty of violet wild camas.Violet Distractions 


August wonder. It’s a beautiful day.


“You again?”

“Photos, really?”

Nectar of Champions.


Enjoying the day.



This guy was pretty cool.

I just can’t remember his name.

RUF-15 Hummers.

Mt. Angel Abbey and the Humming


Hummer Versus The World

Talk about protecting some serious territory. This hummingbird kicked every single bird out of its tree. Then, if that wasn’t enough, it got so ticked that it flew way up, way overhead, clear up into the canopy and mess of a gigantic oak, chasing every cedar waxwing from its perch. When the waxwings split, the hummer continued chasing the flock for a good distance, before beelining back to its perch.

Beelining. It’d probably take offense to that.

It seriously had wings of steel.

Before the bushtit invasion.

And if that wasn’t enough, it took charge at a group of bushtits. A quant little flock of bushtits minding their own business, chatting away, carrying about in a curious matter. The hummer would have none of it. It weaved through every limb, literally prodding the small tufts with beady eyes, scattering them for cover in a nearby fir tree. When that was done and taken care of, it dropped in on a patch of flowers. It refueled and returned to its perch as if nothing had ever happened. When it sang, it reminded me of a miniature starling. Lots of imitation sounds and calls from other birds.

Just don’t perch in its tree.

This waxwing, between gulping down berries, kept an inquiring eye out for the little bomber. His buddies had already split.

Completely confident.

Strutting, or better yet buzzing. Hovering.

Very tough hummer, and clearly not afraid.