Often I can hear them honking before I see them.
October 18, 2014
Geese Flying at Sunset
Sometimes when I venture out to take pictures of the sunset I am lucky enough to see the Canada Geese in flight. In the first image they are far away, flying in from somewhere beyond the Massanutten Mountains. You can see them through a break in the clouds to the right of the center of the picture.
Often I can hear them honking before I see them.
Linking to: The Bird D'Pot
Labels:
Birds,
Massanutten Mtn.,
Sunsets
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Wow, these are wonderful! That first photo is stunning.
ReplyDeleteI love how the mountains appear purple,very pretty shots,Phyllis
ReplyDeleteRight time, right place, and great results!
ReplyDeleteperfect setting.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful sunset shots! It's true, you hear them long before you see them.
ReplyDeleteAlways lovely to see birds in the sky at sunset. Have a great week.
ReplyDeleteThank you ever so much for sharing the link to your bird post at I'd Rather B Birdin' this weekend!!
ReplyDeleteYour photos have so much drama with the profiles/silhouettes of the geese against the beautiful sky, I'm lovin' it.
These are beautiful images of the geese in flight.. The sky and mountain scenery is gorgeous..Thanks so much for linking up this week. Have a happy Sunday!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful captures, and yes, we do hear them long before we see them.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! Reminds me of the Rachel Field poem, "Something Told The Wild Geese."
ReplyDeleteSomething told the wild geese
It was time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, "snow."
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, "frost."
All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.
Beautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful shots.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photos, Linda. I love the colors.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. The sunset is so pretty and then you got geese in the shot too, double delight.
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