Sedona Pathways ... our daily journey By Ted Grussing, Sedona, Arizona email@example.com Ted Grussing is a Photographer, Soaring Pilot, Attorney, Custom Jewelry Designer and Caregiver.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
By Ted Grussing
... ply the sky into the evening hours and night, waterfowl and most other winged friends prepare for the dark of night and a time of rest. After I got my infusion late afternoon it was down to the new wetlands off 89A south of Sedona to go for some scenic, abstract and landscape type photos. I've pretty well given up on this being a place for waterfowl and wildlife shooting, but it is beautiful down there. Like fall the end of day shooting is probably my favorite time to be out there. I had fun getting this shot as well as a few more similar to it with the contrail of the jet tracking diagonally from upper right towards lower left and the contrail reflection squiggled by gentle waves traverses lower right towards upper left and the flock of ducks at rest in beautiful reflections of the painted clouds. It seems a stark contrast between species ... unfortunately I would be ill at ease pontificating on the benefits of a good night sleep so we shall let a possible learning moment pass into the night silently.
I have been meaning to mention a few friends lately and I invite you to check out the blog of Wayne Ranney at: http://earthly-musings.blogspot.com/ . Wayne is a noted geologist, public speaker, author and general all around good guy. He puts together exciting and informative trips and has a wealth of information and history ... plus he is pretty good with a camera too. So check out his blog and musings, you will be glad you took the time.
I only have twenty three calendars left for 2013 ... this is a for me calendar and I selected thirteen photos that I like and want to spend a month looking at. Composites, wildlife, aerial and others. Price is $18.95 including shipping; send me an email and I'll get them out to you. No plans to reorder more this year; everyone who has bought one loves it. Let me hear from you.
Time to join the waterfowl and other creatures in a state of rest and leave my fellow humans to fly through darkened sky.
Though I know I shall sometime no more open my eyes to the night or the day.
I am one who looks at the stars when unchained from the workbench at nightfall.
They are a sign I am not ephemeral, nor you, nor you, whoever you are.
The dawn comes and the dark and the sign sparkling in the brooding night,