Oh wow, what a brilliant shot! I can see the moon and some trees reflected in the hummingbird feeder...I love it!! xox
Anonymous said…
i really hate it when that happens
Anonymous said…
oh wow. great catch! Take all the credit for it! I would. =)
I tried humming bird feeders. Brian bought two of them for me for Mothers Day (Olivia helped with hints). I could invision humming bird oasis in my back yard. Oh please! They hate me and never come over to play. All I do is change the water and watch it mold.
Oh, I like pictures like this. All it is missing is a ghostly image of John Lennon in the background or something.
Hmm, that probably doesn't make much sense to you, so I'd better explain. Fifteen years ago or so, when my brother was in his John Lennon look-alike phase I got back a bunch of pictures that had, for whatever reason, his ghostly image somewhere on each print. They are, as you can imagine, a weird set of pictures..
I thought it was a COOL shot, a gift in lieu of the hummingbird. I mean, you can photograph hummingbirds ANYTIME they come to your feeder (well, in theory, lol)...but this was unexpected beauty.
I thnk it is fascinating - have you tried cropping it or playing with it in Photoshop. I think it could be an even more fascinating picture. May I play with it?
It must be so relaxing to watch the birds. . .I think they would just melt here into little puddles of sugar water. . .(Houston-"heat wave" that's really just normal August weather. . .sigh!!!)
Ha ha! I clicked on the picture to enlarge it even before you added the instructions, but then I promptly forgot to leave a comment! And now I'm leaving one that doesn't even say anything. Hmmmm, I gotta get my act together.
Anonymous said…
I love the picture. I'm always trying to catch the little guys where I work. We keep two feeders going. I really loved the picture earlier of the sunflowers.....WOW.
Well, I played with it a little. I hope, hope hope you don't mind! (If you do, let me know and I'll remove it at once from my blog.) It is a COOL image!
Pamela, Of course you can have your modified picture back - its like a collaboration! Seeing those trees made me homesick for Portland and then I read all about Hops picking in the Willamette Valley and that increased the nostalgia!!
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Interesting photo.
I tried humming bird feeders. Brian bought two of them for me for Mothers Day (Olivia helped with hints). I could invision humming bird oasis in my back yard. Oh please! They hate me and never come over to play. All I do is change the water and watch it mold.
...been there...
xo
Hmm, that probably doesn't make much sense to you, so I'd better explain. Fifteen years ago or so, when my brother was in his John Lennon look-alike phase I got back a bunch of pictures that had, for whatever reason, his ghostly image somewhere on each print. They are, as you can imagine, a weird set of pictures..
Pat
Karen