Goldfinches from Nightjar.
I simply love the light in these.
Goldfinches from Nightjar.
I simply love the light in these.
I was looking through some old photos over the weekend and I came across a few of Jack’s puppy pictures and I thought I’d share just how little my boy was when he came to live with us. Jack was 7 weeks old when we brought him home. He was one of 14 puppies in the litter and we had first pick. The choice was easier than it sounds. I picked up Jack and held him and he nuzzled me and called me mom and suddenly the other 13 puppies were out of the running. This photo was taken his second day with us.
Capturing light is where all the magic happens in photography and Nightjar is a master at it. Her latest photos come as a gift to us all at a time when light magic is scarce. Please be sure to click-through to see all the photos. They’re brilliant.
As promised, to cheer up Voyager and everyone else who may be struggling with a gloomy and gray November. All photos taken on November 10. The light is already not as warm as in October (https://proxy.freethought.online/affinity/2018/11/09/october-light/) and when combined with raindrops it becomes magic. There are still hawkweed seeds suspended from single threads of spider silk but now they are wet. There are mushrooms and pink heather flowers. Vineyards are putting on a show. When the sun shines, November light is lovely.
A few more of the mushroom specimens snapped by Avalus at the natural burial forest.

Everything was totally dry and this one excreted water. I was (and still am) very puzzled. ©Avalus, all rights reserved
Thanks Avalus. I really like the different perspectives that you’ve used. Each one seems perfectly suited to its subject. Check back tomorrow for the next installment of ‘shrooms.
These stunning photos are from DavidinOz and they were taken along the Murray River in Swan Hill, Victoria. David says he was fortunate to be there at the “golden hour” and I have to agree. The light is golden and tinged with just a smidge of rose. The exposed tree roots alone make for dramatic photos, but combined with that light they become something special. Thanks for sharing, David.
Kestrel has sent us the second part of her series and things are definitely happening.
In our last installment, I started to cut out a piece of metal so I could make something out of it. And at last, the first side is cut!
From Avalus, information about a growing trend and a warning about climate change.
Maybe a bit macabre, so a foreword.
Graveyards, Mushrooms and climate change, perhaps.
In Germany there is a growing trend to be buried in a “Ruheforst”, (resting or still forest) instead of a usual graveyard. There your cremated remains get buried in a bio-degradable urn next to a tree of your choosing. There are no graves, no large markerstones, just an open, tended-to forest with many small paths and plaques on some trees. Some persons I know rest in such a place in the palatinate forest near the town Bad Dürkheim, so our family visits them every so often. Now to the bit macabre bit: It’s also a prime mushroom hunting place with usually plenty of different bolete species and other edibles. One of my grandmothers is sure, the ‘shrooms are nourished by the dead and refuses to eat any. I think they are so plentiful because by opening the forest, the trees left standing are getting more light and nutrients and so can give more of these nutrients to their mushroom-symbionts.
This year however, there were hardly any mushrooms of any kind there. The ground was very dry and most of the threes had small leaves. Instead, signs warning of forest fires were a common sight.
I did not pick up any of the edible ‘shrooms I found, but only took photos.
I’ve been taking up daily walks whenever possible. Because fresh air is good and the outdoors is free and also I have taken up Pokémon Go again. This even means that sometimes the kids will come with me, but most of the time I am alone and take the camera with me.
I usually take the wrong lens.
This time I had the wide angle and the small tele (55-250 mm) and kept changing.

I basically dangled the camera over the creek here.
©Giliell, all rights reserved. Click for full size.
Or a pair of great tits? Well, both. Somehow this year we do not have many visitors to the feeder yet. Maybe it is due to the very warm weather, the birds have mostly no need for supplementary feeding yet. So it is just tits.
Under the category of Be Careful What You Wish For, yesterday’s November blues have turned into today’s November whites. It is very pretty if you look past the mush on the road, and I do like the way the trees look with a blanket of snow, but thundering Jesus it’s made the walking hard. Most of the sidewalks haven’t been shoveled and my winter muscles for tramping are way out of shape. Suddenly it’s the season of boots and bundling up, of wiping Jack’s feet and checking them for salt and of doing the slip and slide on snowy sidewalks and wet floors. It’s also HappyJack™ season and that’s just enough to make it all tolerable.
