Merry Christmas! Below is the Christmas Tree display from the Tempe Marketplace in Tempe, AZ.
This week’s Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post challenges us to post a photo where one thing is the focal point. Flipping through my library of photos, I found a picture where the focal point is hard to miss. While strolling through Heritage Park in Downtown Phoenix last spring, I snapped a picture of this locomotive which is encased in glass.
This is only one of 75 steam locomotives built by the Davenport Locomotive Works (of Davenport Iowa). This locomotive, built in 1905, would routinely travel the Tombstone and Southern Railroads in Arizona.
A few months back, in the height of the summer, I spotted this light rail passenger sitting at the stop with presumably a new purchase.
From my vantage point across the street, it looked like a lamp. I was so glad to be taking the express bus home instead of the light rail that day. The light rail trains are usually packed at that hour. I was stunned when this woman found enough space to squeeze into the train with the over-sized lamp.
This week’s Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post is Let There Be Light. The point of the challenge is to feature a light source. For my entry, I’ve gone a more abstract direction. The photo below was created using very traditional light sources in a nondescript location at night. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with this photo and have just been hanging on to it, but when I saw the topic of this post, I knew this photo was meant for this challenge.
Continuing with my latest hobby of sharing things I see in my backyard, I’ve discovered yet another visitor who stops by to eat and drink before going on his/her merry way.
Following in the footsteps of the woodpecker who likes to drink out of the hummingbird feeder, I caught this furry one feasting on the bird seed cake I have hanging from the lemon tree.
I actually saw one squirrel running around my yard last year about this time, but after two weeks it seemed to disappear. Then four weeks ago I saw this one feeding on bird food. It came around for another two weeks, but I haven’t had any sightings for days now.
The birds get agitated when the squirrel comes around. The doves and lovebirds are especially vocal about displaying their displeasure of his/her company, yet the larger grackles (the large bird in the background sitting in the birdbath) are subdued in the squirrels presence. Knowing there are several sets of eyes on him/her, the few times he/she has visited, he/she mainly eats for about five minutes then dashes right out of my yard.
Hello there! Yes I know it has been nearly two months since my last post. I had not logged into WordPress in weeks, so I was a bit surprised to see that some of my posts from last year were still driving visitors to the blog. So I figured I should post something new.
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this on the blog before, but one of my newer hobbies is bird watching. I gradually added a few feeding stations around my backyard and have been graced by the presence of several types of birds, many of which I never really noticed before.
One species that has made itself known in my backyard is the rosy faced lovebird (sometimes referred to as the peach faced lovebird). Typically see flying together in flocks of at least 5-6, I’ve had as many as 20 hanging around my backyard at the same time.
These birds are actually native to southwest Africa. However, a local aviary let go a flock of these birds approximately 13-14 years ago. The desert climate apparently agreed with these birds as they have thrived in the Phoenix metropolitan area.
From my observations, they love to hang on things and splash around in water.
For more information about the Phoenix peach faced lovebirds, feel free to check out the articles below.
My entry for this week’s theme of fleeting is an out of focus shot of a hallway at work I took back in January.
To me this signifies fleeting for several reasons.
I sure am getting my mileage out of this scene of the light rail car in front of Chase Field. After posting yesterday’s article, I noticed a warning sign in this photo:
I cropped this photo so you can clearly read the warning for motorists.
Do Not Drive on the Tracks.
You would think this would be a no-brainer, yet there has been at least one incident where a man did drive down the light rail tracks. Not sure if this means the signs along the route are working as there as only been one incident, or if it’s a failure because it did happen despite the warning sign. Food for thought.
Got a photo of an interesting sign? Post it to enter this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge over at The Daily Post.
Thanks to bloggers ideflex, Ingrid and A Regular Cup of Joe for playing along. To recap, I posted the picture below and asked for guesses as to what the main object in the photo was. I know these aren’t the best photos I could have taken of the area, but I was breaking in my digital camera I received as a Christmas gift and am still learning how to use the thing.
It didn’t take long for these astute bloggers to figure out this was a light rail car. Below is the picture, oriented the way one would see the object normally.
I snapped this light rail train passing in front of Chase Field in downtown Phoenix. Admittedly, I probably went too heavy on the zoom feature. However, I never really took notice of the bike symbol on the side of the light rail car until I reviewed some of these photos.
Below is a close up of the entrance to Chase Field seconds before the light rail car passed by.
Here is the start of the light rail train.
I finally got around to uploading some recent photos I took around the downtown area. When I came across this shot, I started to adjust it. Before I could edit the photo, I took another look at it and really liked observing the scene from another perspective.
I know what this is, but without me describing the photo any further, can you guess what the main object in the photo? I’ll reveal in a few days, but I’d love to receive some guesses in the meantime.
During the winter months, I hung a hummingbird feeder on my back porch to help the little guys get by until the wildflowers start to bloom. The syrup seemed to be disappearing quickly to the point where I was filling it up about every 2-3 days. Then one morning I got up early enough to find the biggest hummingbird I had ever seen.
Mr. Woody Woodpecker had figured out how to drink from the feeder and was chugging down the syrup. I thought the sound of his beak pecking against the wood seemed perkier somehow.