364/365 - Wide Angle Pines

...Playing around with the wide angle lens and some over-the-top post-processing...

128/365 - Overloaded

It seems like there are a lot of pine cones in some of the trees, this year-- maybe more than usual. (I'm not sure, honestly, because I haven't really paid close attention in previous years. Still, it looks like a lot.) There are two trees in particular, on the way down to the pond, that are especially overloaded with cones. This is one of the pair.

Donald thinks he's heard that this can be a sign of bad health in a tree. A tree in distress may put all its resources into making seeds in an attempt to repopulate the area before it dies.

...But the again, maybe not. (g)

49/365 - Pine Reflection

...Still learning the ins and outs of the new camera.

I took this down at my maternal grandparents' pond on a sunset walk. I guess fish were making the rings.  I didn't see them, though, so maybe it was a pond mermaid. ;o)

38/365 - November Sky

This one looks very similar to yesterday's photo, but I promise I didn't cheat. ;o) (Maybe it is a sign that I'm in a rut, though. . .)

I took this photo on an early morning walk to my grandparents' pond. I'm trying to take advantage of the cooler weather by walking at least a little every day-- even if it's only a few laps around the yard. I can use the exercise, and I may even find something to photograph. Yesterday evening, Donald and I surprised a couple of deer down at the pond. Of course (luck being what it is) I hadn't brought the camera, but it was probably too dark for a good photo, anyway.

Editing: Resize, Curves, Dodge Tool, & Unsharp Mask.

37/365 - Rippling

I thought these unusual clouds resembled rippling water. . .

Editing: Crop, Resize, Curves, Brightness/Contrast, Unsharp Mask.

5/365 - Solitary Pine, Now Dead

This pine standing out by itself (after Hurricane Ivan necessitated the clearing of what was once a thick planting of trees) has now died.

I wonder how much longer before it falls. . .

In the meantime, it's standing starkly empty, except for the cones still clinging to its branches.