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White and gold

White and gold by Bruce Stambaugh

Fog in the valleys,
a golden sunrise backdrop
silhouettes the hills.

Bruce Stambaugh
Oct. 9, 2011

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Kids these days

Juvenile Redheaded Woodpecker by Bruce Stambaugh

Boisterous, brassy,
young redheaded woodpecker
posed for photo op.

Bruce Stambaugh
August 30, 2011

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“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a…”

Granddaughter by Bruce Stambaugh

Toddler granddaughter
Spots dihedral overhead,
Points, declares, “Airplane!”

Bruce Stambaugh
August 28, 2011

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Lunch date

Doe by Bruce Stambaugh

Doe nibbled at the
sea of alfalfa while I
ate my egg salad.

Bruce Stambaugh
August 25, 2011

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Walking with grandsons

Amish oak shocks by Bruce Stambaugh

“Hold my hand, Poppy.”
The sweetest words ever heard
on my daily stroll.

Bruce Stambaugh
August 19, 2011

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Marshy field

Geese in oats by Bruce Stambaugh

Beside oat soldiers
squads of geese, ducks and shorebirds
glean the marshy field.

Bruce Stambaugh
August 16, 2011

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Aviary gleaning

Barn Swallows by Bruce Stambaugh

Swallows encircle
the farmer and his mower,
a whirling harvest.

Bruce Stambaugh
July 30, 2011

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Wren haiku

House Wren by Bruce Stambaugh

Warbling mother wren,
fledglings rattle from gourd house.
Satisfaction reigns.

Bruce Stambaugh
July 29, 2011

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Compassion haiku

Living Acts by Bruce Stambaugh

Compassion is not
fully understood until
it’s humbly received.

Bruce Stambaugh
June 12, 2011

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Flower forecasting

French lilacs by Bruce Stambaugh

When the French lilacs
start to bloom in Ohio
frost is a good bet.

Bruce Stambaugh
May 3, 2011

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