It is that time of year again! Welcome back to the Bristol Renaissance Faire, one of my favorite places on earth. I made a point of catching the falconry session twice in hopes of catching one or two good photos, I’m fairly happy with year’s turn out.
First let me introduce you via linky to Flight of the Raptor, please check them out. They provide the educational sessions for Bristol’s faire pretty much every year and no matter how many times I visit the show I am always impressed, enthralled, entertained and educated at the end.
I’ll start with the Harris hawks, always fantastic birds.
One of the more interesting things about Harris hawks is they will often work cooperatively. Here two of the capture the lure and battle it in an impressive display of strength.
One of the things I love about Flight of the Raptor is Ray, the lead falconer. His love of the birds and passion for falconry is magnificent. Here he calms his more nervous hawk before hooding her.
As Ray says, falconry is based on respect and trust, if you respect the birds, you will earn their trust.
Honestly, I’ve been trying to post for days now! WP and I have been having some disagreements over uploading photos so things have been a bit dicey.
Actually, I blame my internet connection. Either way at long last I have achieved upload of rust and fire crackled paint. I’m not happy about the formatting, but should have gone to bed over an hour ago if I want to be in any shape for work tomorrow.
Come to think of it, I’m feeling a little damaged too….
Is it too early to start drinking?
This is your Sunday 2 fer.
I like this better than the last.
Sometimes mistakes work.
Of course, that is a matter of opinion, but it my frenzy to purge my files yesterday I was struck by this shot that I had previously thought was garbage. Gave it a slight tweak to darken and enrich the colors, otherwise not changed.
Overexposed, blurry and distorted by ripples yet still it makes me happy; these are the koi and goldfish of the Garfield Park Conservatory in a feeding frenzy.
One of my problems is I am a highly distractable person, you really can’t take me anywhere without me wandering off at some point with out saying a word. Once I’ve spotted something potentially interesting my brain cuts out and all other considerations vanish. This walk in the park was no exception, we were on our way to the Jackson Park Japanese Gardens when I saw a flash of orange through the trees down by the shore of the pond. So away I go, down into the underbrush to investigate, leaving my friends to continue walking along without me. A moment later they realized I had vanished but since they know and understand me they were able to find me pretty quickly.
Like a magpie, I am drawn to bright colors and shiny objects. In this case it turned out to be a rotted and mostly dead tree sprouting a rather impressive array of bright orange and yellow shelf fungus.
Even more interesting was that the fungus was growing fungus. It had been invaded by a grey and black mold, speckling the surface and giving it a more eerie and creepified look than usual. I personally love fungus for so many different reasons but for now we’ll just stick to the discussion of the really pretty ones. I would have loved to have captured this one before it was infected since usually I only ever see the woody type shelf fungus which is not any where near as colorful as this soft bodied specimen.
But back to my pretty orange specimen in a nearly abstract capture:
One of the coolest things about fungus? This is a very small fraction of the whole organism, most of the fungus is microscopic filaments boring throughout the wood of the tree and causing rot. This is just the flower, so to speak.
While out wandering about yesterday we found ourselves in a place with no public restrooms but more than a few restaurants and bars. We felt it was close enough to 1 PM to stop for a quick drink, use the facilities and move on. Which turned into a photoshoot of the barback.
My eyes lit up when I saw the neat rows of glasses, all lined up and refracting the light from the light board they were sitting on. I asked permission of the bartender to take a few pictures and then went to town. As a result I have been invited back to take photos in the evening when there are more patrons that ourselves and some random alcoholic in need of a beer.