In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Super Sensitive.”
If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?
I am a photographer and hiker (HikeOurPlanet.com) and rely on four senses for my nature photography. Sight is obvious, but I also rely on scent and sound to spot wildlife for my photography. Often overlooked is a need for touch to press down at the right moment to open my camera’s shutter. Sight, sound, scent and touch combine for balance and safety as I hike through the Forest. This leaves one obvious sense that I would give up.
Happily I would forgo taste to continue with my love of seeing and photographing the beauty of nature. For me it would be a very small price to pay for enhanced eyesight.
The Universe sings to my Soul with the poetry of Natures beauty. ~ Lee Hiller
As beauty unfurls beneath the Spring canopy as I am wrapped in Nature’s embrace. Blue wings of Asiatic Dayflowers spread out before my feet and the radiant glow of Lance Leaf Coreopsis light the path before me. A male Summer Tanager sings above in feathers transitioning from green to red. Warming in the the morning sun Mourning Cloak and Red Spotted Purple Butterflies stretching their wings along the trail edges. Gently the Forest coaxes my senses and I am once more at peace.
Love to ALL!
How did you spend your Earth Day this year? Yes, I would love to hear in the comments section below.
My husband and I hiked across Hot Springs and North Mountains in Host Springs National Park. Each breath that filled our lungs as we climbed higher on the trails was gift of oxygen provided by the surrounding Forest.
Earth Day is celebrated everyday in our home by:
walking more often,
bringing reusable bags when we shop,
turning off the water while we brush our teeth,
using metal water bottles and more.
Do we try to shrink our carbon footprint each year, yes! Do we always get it right… no! Baby Steps 🙂
Happy Earth Day Everyday!
PS: If you lost a lovely calico cat in Hot Springs Arkansas please see the photographs in this blog. She needs to be with her people not roaming the park. The pictures indicate she is likely new to being feral as her coat and eyes are not dull. She was last seen on the Rocks near the Hot Water Cascade above the Arlington Lawn.
The park is as always filled with an abundance of birds when my husband Rick and I take another of his important ankle therapy walks. The park is filled with a morning serenade to the now emerging sun as it crests the Trees of Hot Springs Mountain.
A wonderful Brown Thrasher land on a Tree in front of me and shows me the morning catch. With a pink grub dangling from it’s beak and hopping closer I am able to see the detailed beauty of this bird. Soon it takes flight and lands on a branch to join another Brown Thrasher. They look at me then look at each other, this goes on for several minutes before then they part ways.
Farther along a lovely Northern Mockingbird is silently sitting atop a light pole. It then flies down to the wall next to me and stretches open it’s wings while walking along the edge. Soon it is up in a Tree looking toward the sound of chirping chicks before taking flight over my head. Later it appears on a fence to my right, it is making a loud croaking noise and flapping it’s wings as a warning. I glance down to see a Black Feral Cat (small Panther) creeping silently toward us. The Mockingbird dives at the cat pecking at it’s back driving it away from our location. I am standing next to a bench where our fearless hero lands next to me for a portrait. I am happy and honored to capture this wonderful new friend with my lens.
As always it has been a perfect morning in the park… thank you for joining us.
You never know who will be there to save you from danger :o)
Love to ALL,
A Special THANK YOU to the jogger who saw I was photographing a bird and stopped so I could get the shots. I am extremely grateful for your thoughtful and considerate gesture.
Field Notes January 21 2011:
I open my blog today with a story of an extended paw of friendship. Many of my regular readers will be aware that For nearly a year I have been documenting the activities of what appears to be a feral cat in the park. This beautiful cat seems to live on the neighboring hospital grounds and hunts in the park. This is not a good situation for the cat or the wildlife. Today something was different, instead of keeping the fence between us it came over to see what I was doing. After several minutes of exchanging meows and taking photographs this beautiful creature walked along a ledge and placed it’s nose on my camera hood. Using my lens as a mirror it could be the first time it has seen its reflection. It lead me part way up the path then passed through a gap in the fence and back to the hospital grounds. This sweet lonely creature needs a better home.
As I near the top of the Dead Chief Trail I hear a tapping sound in a Tree ahead of me. I look up and see a beautiful Male Downy Woodpecker hanging on to a small Branch. Usually I only see these industrious birds on the side of large Trees, this is a wonderful view. From this new perspective I can see how they use their feet to grasp and their tail feathers for balance. I am blessed to have a very patient teacher, Nature.
Along the top Hot Springs Mountain the air has a bite and it stings my face as I hike along the trail. The cold air seems to magnify the beauty of the Forest and you can hear even the distant Bird songs clearly. Hiking on the Hot Springs mountain Trail the sound of tapping and pipping is becoming louder. It is as if the source of sound and myself are each moving toward each other. As I pass the ravine I see a small brown flecked Bird hopping up a Tree and pecking. As first it’s size and color make me think it is a large Brown Creeper. As I get closer the truth is revealed, it is a small juvenile male Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker. It makes me wonder how I missed seeing all these amazing woodpeckers when I was hiking last year. I have clearly been changed by this year of hiking in the Mountains of Hot Springs National Park.
I am surprised to see so many dead and dying pines as I hike down the Gulpha Gorge Trail. It is a field of rust where once green stood, is this the damage from last winter or something new? On the Goat Rock Trail the spring Bird-Foot Violets are still blooming, but the last snow and freeze has battered the fragile blooms. The cold snow and freezing air transformed their once velvet petals to sheer translucent veils. The storms could only change not destroy their fragile beauty. The upper Goat Rock Trail on North Mountain has become a silvery Forest, and I find myself thinking it is a twin to sunset trail atop West Mountain. As always thank you dear friends for joining me as I travel into the Mountains.
Thank You for all the lovely prayers for my Husband Rick these past several weeks. His kidney stones are passing and he is on the mend, your lovely messages have kept us strong throughout his medical care and healing.