Here Come The Osprey!

Posted on February 25, 2013 by foresterartist

The almond orchards are blooming in the valley and the buttercups started blooming yesterday in our yard. Today, the long anticipated harbinger of Spring arrived when the first osprey was in the nest at the electrical tower by the mill. We are still watching for its mate to show. Spring is unofficially here!

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The first osprey has returned to the nest.

This one looks a little cranky.

I wasn’t planning another post today, but I’ve been waiting for the ospreys. https://theforesterartist.com/2013/02/15/the-birds-of-spring/ Welcome back!

I See A Bad Moon Rising

Posted on February 25, 2013 by foresterartist

I see trouble on the way.

Girls Day In The Woods

Posted on February 19, 2013 by foresterartist

After a break from going for a ride along to the woods, the girls got to go yesterday. Up in the mountains of Western Shasta County, Blitz and Teka were in dog heaven.

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Blitz would prefer to ride up front.

Western Shasta area.

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Blitz loves the snow.

Blitz enjoys a fine piece of wood.

Blitz

Teka Playing in the snow

Blitz and Teka having a romp in the snow.

It’s a race.

The girls are loaded up and ready to roll.

View to the West of the Trinity Alps.

The perfect end to a perfect day. A fiery Shasta sunset.

Spooky Woods

Posted on January 31, 2013 by foresterartist

Don’t go walking in those spooky old woods alone.

Lazy Wolverine

Posted on January 5, 2013 by foresterartist

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The Lazy Wolverine

I’m getting to know wolverines on an artistic basis.

Sunrise Curtain

Posted on December 15, 2012 by foresterartist

: Mary and I always rise before the sun. It is the time of day that we solve all the world’s problems, over a cup of coffee. This morning old Tom dog asked to go out. When I opened the front door, God poked me right in the eyes with a spectacular sunrise. As the sunrise curtain was lifted, our morning guests were revealed.

The sun serves us glorious notice of it’s pending arrival.

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The trees are ablaze.

: A mysterious visitor sneaks by at sunrise.; A male Common Golden-eye visits our pond.

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Our constant guest the American Coot.

A pair or Ring Neck ducks have take up residence.

: The morning rendezvous.

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Striking a pose.

Sentinels Of The Wind

Posted on December 2, 2012 by foresterartist

Some folks are very photogenic and some, not so much. Some days are very photogenic and some days, not so much. This was one of those good days. I love a good day. I try to have a lot of them.

Like sentinels in the wind, the big turbines peer through a window in the clouds.

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Magee Peak is a sleeping volcano.

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The mother oak looks down at the young pines gathered about her.

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Magee Peak in the distance.

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With Burney Mountain in the background, Nellie strikes a lovely pose. She is one of my favorite models. Nellie is very co-operative and will work for dog biscuits.

The Mountain Bike

Posted on September 8, 2012 by foresterartist

The Mountain Bike

When I travel through the forest I am occasionally treated to some art in the forest. We all recognize the scenic vistas, beautiful wildlife and natural wonders. When I think of art in the forest I tend to think of things that are unexpected and a little unorthodox. Art in the forest is sometimes intend and sometimes random. Sometimes it has meaning and sometimes it is just weird. Sometimes it is created by people and sometimes it is natural. It is always interesting and often results in an “ah hah” moment.

This picture I titled “The Mountain Bike.” While driving down a mountain road I chanced upon this little bicycle perched on a stump. I don’t know how it got there, who put it there, or to whom it belonged. It was just there making it’s quiet statement.