44. This number follows me around like a faithful dog. It appears on signs, clocks & snippets of paper, in phone numbers & books, on license plates, written in the clouds, overheard on the radio. Sometimes I see it dozens of times in one day; sometimes I go for weeks without seeing it and then it pops up like a longed-for hug or a cool hand on a hot forehead. It always seems to bring with it a sense of reassurance and peace.
I've been playing with my new wide-angle lens -- a departure for me, since I'm usually focused up close on the details rather than the bigger picture. Here are a few images I took a few nights ago, chasing the last light of the day.
This week's Focus 52 prompt is water.
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Low grey skies and the threat of rain. A summer Sunday, and Long Beach was practically empty. I found surprising colors, wonderful shapes, and beautiful textures hiding just off the path along the river and in among the dune grasses. Take a look:
I went kayaking with my friend Dan on the Mashpee River this weekend -- a picture-perfect day with blue skies and big fluffy clouds. We saw an amazing array of shore birds hunting, feeding, nesting, swimming, soaring, and just generally hanging out at the river's edge.
Osprey hunting for lunch
This cormorant didn't move as we paddled past -- just posed ever-so-gracefully