Category Archives: photography
How “it’s done!”
Leslie said, “this is how it’s done.”
No Mom! Said Jake, THIS is how it’s done!”
Now wait, says Grandma, this is how it’s REALLY done!”
(Videography by Joscelyn Studios)
Manger Mayhem
Stepping into the barn to feed my calves and this is what I found!
Not our normal scene, but I have to laugh at their antics.
Kuhn’s Pond
The frog pond in October! Delight to the eyes and the ears, the sight and sound of peace.
Hummingbird Don’t Fly Away
I’ve set up my petunias, my columbine. I’ve seen three hummingbirds in the short amount of time I dwell out of doors. Still have yet to capture them photographically. Patience and Time.
The Turtle
They named me “Dandy-Lion.” How embarrassing! All because they think this silly flower is in my way. Really, it’s their attention Im avoiding!
Portrait of a Butterfly
Yes, he let me get this close…!
History – Then & Now
One can only imagine the thrill (being an Oxford native) of realization that the train still ran in 2004, when I moved back to Oxford, New York. Here is the picture, taken from my back yard, in June 2006. About a week (or so) later, a devastating flood hit, destroying the tracks in several places. It was heartbreaking to realize this was gone.
Below is the “good news” article about repairing the line. And to make this good news even better, the work has begun!
A Visit to the Farm
We visited the farm. Both the cows and the children were startled..But then rather liked the idea…
And we all had fun!
Evening Walk
The perfect day for a walk to my self-dubbed bird sanctuary–the dike, the abandoned railroad tracks. Yes I found a few birds. I heard some, too. I cannot find the bird in my field guide. Similar to the red wing blackbird, but the wing color shape all wrong. No picture, they aren’t still enough for me (yet). But, walking along the river I made some beautiful discoveries.
Forget-me-nots were everywhere! These are, by far, my favorite. I’d see them in the woods as a small child, and somehow related too them (we were both small).
Walking on the overgrown tracks, I spied homespun bird houses
And then, in this grand meadow, this sanctuary I call “mine,” I found a home of another type
Private thinking space, perhaps. Another day more clues!
Somehow, I felt closer to the spirit of Henry David Thoreau.
Nature can bring peace to the soul, if we give it a chance.
It's All About the Journey 
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