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As a child, it was one of my greatest delights to visit my grandparents in the spring when the whip-poor-wills began to call. Grandma and Grandpa lived in a remote valley of the Ozark Mountains where there were trees a plenty, and, seemingly, a whip-poor-will, or two, in each one.
My grandmother insisted that a whip-poor-will's call was not "whip-poor-will," but instead, "chip-butter-white-oak." I would listen really hard trying to hear it exactly as she said it was, but all I could hear was "whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will,..." But, I never let on to her.
I remember my grandpa watching and listening, with an amused look on his face, to one of these listening sessions. Shortly after that he began to call me, just for fun, "Chip Butter." It is a name I am proud to wear for I still love to hear that long, lonesome call on a warm summer's eve. And, sometimes, when I listen really, really hard, it seems I can hear quite clearly, "chip-butter-white-oak, chip-butter-white-oak..."


Thursday, May 10, 2012

Morning, Noon, and Night...


There are so many things out there at this time of year just begging to be photographed...where have I been?   Even though it was cloudy on this particular day and rather late in the day, I took my camera out to see what I could find.  I was surprised at how well the late afternoon photos turned out.  But,  I had read that the best time of day for taking photos is morning, before ten o'clock, so I took a few more shots the following day in the morning sunshine.  It seems to me if one takes the time to look around, there are pictures and pictures just waiting to happen at any time of day.














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