Snow Geese

A flock of migrating Canada Geese pauses for a break on the Potomac River

The migrants find open water on the rivers and streams but most of our lakes and ponds are still covered in ice. I have noticed many migrant birds the last few days. Grackles, cowbirds, and robins are now here in significant numbers. Last night the spring peepers were singing loudly, but today we have received about six inches of snow and it is still snowing.

Old Farmer Ingenuity

Old Farmers can be very resourceful. I am frequently impressed with what they will repair or improvise with materials commonly found lying about the farm

With us more modern types duct tape and WD-40 are at the top of the list but for a farmer; baler twine has no equal. Here our 87 year old farmer has fashioned a latch for his wire gate. Although it will not last long, it did not cost him a penny.

Our farmer uses old galvanized roofing and baler twine in this photo in an attempt to keep his cattle from escaping where the road bank has eroded along the fence line.

Here he has used rusty galvanized roofing to cover an attic window. His repair does keep the weather out but it does nothing to enhance the appearance of his home.

When viewing farms we cannot judge the wealth of their owners by their appearance. Some keep very neat tidy farms while having very little wealth aside from their real-estate. Other farms are run down with makeshift repairs while their owner refuses to spend a dime of his considerable wealth.

A Historic Sunrise

Some folks are night-owls who stay up late into the night and arise from their beds long after the day has begun. They do not know what beauty they have missed. The dawn of a new day is frequently a glorious sight.

Saturday morning is my time to greet the dawn, some times from the mountain tops and some times in the valleys. Soon I will meet the sunrise on the Chesapeake Bay but on this Saturday I met the dawn by the Potomac River.

This river holds particular significance in the history of our country for along much of its course it was the dividing line between the North and the South during our country’s Civil War. As I stood along the historic river I thought about the time many years ago when General Stonewall Jackson and his troops were deployed along the far bank with the artillery on the hills beyond. From their position they shelled Union positions in the small town of Hancock to the left of the photograph. The Confederates spent a day looking for a place where the troops could cross giving the Union time to bring up reinforcements. Stonewall; upon learning of the arrival of Union reinforcements withdrew his troops.

At another time it was learned that Pennsylvania’s Governor Curtain would be passing through nearby. A plot to kidnap the Governor was conceived and Confederate troops quietly crossed the river hiding in a culvert nearby. Their officer along with a small detachment went to do reconnaissance and ordered the remaining troops to remain hidden until their return. The men became restless and a few went out to do reconnaissance of their own. They discovered a cold storage business and stole some ice cream. Shortly after getting back to the culvert their commanding officer arrived. The men, not having ever seen ice cream before hid it under their hats where it quickly began to melt, running down their faces. The soldiers had been discovered, their plan foiled and they quickly returned across the river

The Tonoloway Primitive Baptist Church

This church, established in 1752 served as the Union hospital during the siege of Hancock. A few years ago restoration work began and as the wall paper was striped away a number of places were found on the wall where the wounded had written their names and the date of their stay.

Late Winter Snow

Snow was late coming this year but with spring only two weeks
away it seems as if it cannot stop

I am looking forward to the daffodils blooming
But I can’t find them for snow!

A Narrow Escape

The creek nearly claimed another life Friday. Underestimating the power of the creek nearly cost our neighbor his life




Granddad told the story of the death of Elsie Fike. The tragedy happened on a hot summer day many years ago at this very same creek fording. Elsie and her husband had dealt with a neighbor for the breeding of their mare. The mare had recently delivered so Elsie, with her horse and buggy went to the neighbor’s farm to settled their account. A thundershower passed through upstream while she was away. On her return the creek fording was flooded but she attempted to cross. Elsie along with her mare and buggy were swept away. A search party of neighbors was gathered and her body was found downstream. The mare was found standing on the creek bank about a half mile downstream. As my brother and I were growing up this story was told to us many many times in hopes of instilling in us due respect for the power of the creek.




Friday, for whatever reason with the creek at flood stage, our neighbor drove his truck straight into the raging torrent. He said he had no idea that it was so deep. Once the truck stopped he found he could not open the driver’s door. His decided to escape via the window. Not wanting to go out headfirst into the water he instead went feet first. He found this was not an easy maneuver at his age and the truck cab was filling quickly. He recounted that his escape took him about twenty minutes and the cab was full of water by that time. His window of opportunity was quite narrow. The water was very cold, only a couple of degrees above freezing and hyperthermia will incapacitate us in a few minutes at these temperatures. After wriggling out of the truck he made his way to shore and headed to his home about three quarters of a mile away. Never once during his escape did he think to try the passenger door. The current was pressing against the drivers door effectively blocking it from opening, the downstream passenger’s door would have opened easily.





These photos were taken Saturday morning after the water had receded considerably.

Note the arrow pointing out the high water mark on the hood. The water was beginning to recede when the incident occurred making this the high-water point at which the vehicle came to rest.

Neighbors came to the rescue of the truck. A high lift belonging to the township road department operated by one of our supervisors aided in the removal.

With rear wheels lifted high the truck is pulled from the creek

The extremely fortunate victim surveys his truck

Note the high water mark on the steering

This is the same creek featured in my October 25th post “Autumn Creek and in the Walking on Water series posted this past February. Our society has built infrastructure to protect us from nature but when one travels the back roads they must be aware of the hazards present and give due respect to the powers of nature. Our neighbor’s moment of carelessness cost him his truck and very nearly cost him his life.

Ice Out

Winter is coming to an end here in south central Pennsylvania. With warming temperatures and a heavy rain Thursday night the creek threw off its winter cover.
Sadly I did not get to document the event but this morning I was able to photograph the aftermath. I remember ice out from my youth, a time when we lived very near the creek. With the first heavy rain I could hear a cracking and booming sound coming from the creek. Soon this would be followed by a heavy roar of breaking and grinding ice as the large ice sheets would be broken and pushed along by the rushing current slamming into each other and everything else in their path.

As the water level recedes large chunks of ice lay strewn along the creek

Here a block of ice became wedged between trees

To capture this image I set my camera on macro and
put the rim of the lens against the side of an ice block

The trees in this photo are growing on a small island
Notice the damage to their trunks inflicted by the ice

We nearly experienced a tragedy during this event. A neighbor of ours who moved here from the city a few years ago came within a hairsbreadth of losing his life in the creek Friday. He is fine and much the wiser for his experience, but that story must wait until my next post.

Birdfeeder Bully

This pretty Blue Jay made frequent visits to our bird feeder during Sunday’s snow storm.

We had Finches, Juncos, Black-Capped Chickadees and Cardinals at our feeder but as the Blue Jays arrived the other birds would leave allowing the Jays unfettered access to the feed.

Snow Flowers

Until I noticed these pretty little frozen flowers I had no intention of doing a flower shoot on this snowy February day!


I plan some of my outdoor shoots with a specific subject in mind. I will study the subject and plan my time to coincide with what I perceive to be the best lighting conditions. Frequently though my best shots are totally unplanned.

Wanna go for a Dip?

These friends seem to be enjoying their swim despite the frigid temperatures

The Miracle of the Dawning

After checking the weather forecast on Friday evening I felt reasonably confident that Saturday morning would grace us with a gorgeous sunrise. I remember my Grandfather’s poem which goes “Red sky in morning, Sailors take warning”. A forecast with medium cloud cover and a storm within the next twenty four hours presents the ideal conditions.


I planned to meet the morning from a mountain overlook but did not take into account the road conditions. Upon leaving the asphalt I found the gravel road unplowed with about six inches of snow & sleet. While driving my 4X4 as fast as conditions would permit the sky began to take on beautiful hues assuring me that my trip was not to be in vain.

My Saturday shoots are usually solitary events but on this day my good friend Andy was along for the ride with camera in hand. With our temperatures in the single digits the snow and ice on the rocks took on the reddish glow of the sunrise.

As a person who spends a great deal of his life in a small windowless office, I treasure these fleeting moments spent viewing in awe……

The Miracle of the Dawning