One Of His Most Loved Images

Fly on Jewelweed photographed by Jeff Zablow at Frick Park, Pittsburgh, PA

Ever wonder what images long term nature photographers love the most? Me, I’ve been seriously photographing wildlife and native plant life since about 1990. Of the estimated 100,000 images I’ve captured, this tiny fly, nectaring on a Jewelweed blossom, remans one of my favorites.

Why? It is one of the most soothing, calming pics I think that I’ve ever taken. Do you agree?

Seen and captured at Frick Park, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

Jeff

Garden Nostalgia

 Jeff Zablow's Perennial Beds Pittsburgh, PA, 7/10/07

You too? So many of us have warm, fond memories of gardens we established . . . and later moved away from. Memories of trillions of hearty blooms, eye pleasing designs, butterflies, bees, Ruby throated hummingbirds and more. A rose garden that my wife Frieda A”H ( OBM ) loved, for we chose herirloom roses that really were old-fashioned aromatic. Moments spent on the Victorian granite bench, oblivious to the world about, just together.

Beebalm, Shasta daisy, irises, many different salvia, oak leaf hydrangea, and so much more. A crazy beautiful back garden, much hidden from the rest of the neighborhood’s view, or from the world.

This garden, done before I became enamored of Doug Tallamy’s plant natives thinking, was in the city of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (northeastern USA). Those butterflies must have come to us, daily, from quite a distance, drawn by the sweet aroma of our nectar pumping flower beds.

I sort of like sharing this post with you, for the memories of a real, successful garden warm you, much.

Jeff

What Happened in 2004?

Pittsburgh South Vo-Tech public school field trip participants - May 2004, photographed by Jeff Zablow in Raccoon Creek State Park, PA

Our field trip, kids from South Vo-Tech High School, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, in May 2004. Thirteen (13) students and one teacher seen here. Me? I’m taking the picture. Each year I’d be sure to shoot my kids on our Wetland Studies field trips. The following year, I’d show my pics as slides, on our trusty tripod-legged screen. Those shown would gain near Oscar-night fame throughout the school, and that was so special for them, for they’d surely never again be lauded on a ‘big screen’ again.

We’d search out all that we could find in the 2 or 3 Pennsylvania State Parks we’d visit. Butterflies for sure. Wildflowers, trees, ferns, more. Birds. Lizards, snakes. We’d talk about the amazing community that it all fostered.

How, what do you think those experiences nurtured in my students? Good kids, few if any college-bound. How did such benefit our forever wild lands? Our conservation of flora and fauna in our cities, suburbs and undeveloped refuges?

Did I leave any legacy back in Pittsburgh? I’m asking what you think.

Jeff

Mirror Time for Jeff

Jeff Zablow at '3B' Farm, Pittsburgh, PA

A victory lap for . . . me. We’re at Three B’s Farm, just outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. An eight hour drive, nearly straight west from New York, New York. It’s a magnificent June 2018 day, and my children and my grandson thought that picking blueberries and raspberries would be a Fun! idea. Bingo!

The berries? Magnificent! Plump, at peak and very tasty. Life berries, I can say.

This morning I surveyed wingedbeauty’s Media Library for a good choice of an image to post here, now. I stopped, decided that I’d play with this one, for this one is special.

Here I am, a big boy now, struggling yet to overcome Frieda’s A”H (OBM) loss, frustrated recently, and more, but . . . my full, rich life, up from the streets, much $uccess in the private sector, only to have knaves wrest it from me, 4 wonderful children, once again uprooted from ‘home,’ and look, Jeffrey, look at me.

Mirror time. I’m close to realizing Don’t Look back. No more carrying cold steel in my front right pocket, no more mismatched clothing to choose from, no more false friends and the backstab. My ‘good looks’ have propelled through all, my vigor and strength (Thank Y-u) still enabling swamps and medium-sized mountains, my gusto! and sense of humor still Pesci-esque. I’m here with family, and Thankful for that.

Too, I pursue what I Love, finding, stalking and photographing butterflies, to share the beauty that G-d . . . .

Mirror time for this Jeff.

Jeff

Success by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson And . . . The Garden I Said Goodbye To In ’12

Winged Beauty Butterflies

Jeff Zablow's Perennial Beds Pittsburgh, PA, 7/10/07

I have read this often, and attempt to emulate it in my own life, whether gardening to attract winged beauties, or with family and friends, in my spiritual life, and in the field, as I attempt to capture ever more beautiful images of butterflies, darners, wildflowers, whatever . . . .

Success

To laugh often and to love much . . .
To win the respect of intelligent persons
and the affections of children . . . To earn
the approbation of honest critics and to
endure the betrayal of false friends , , ,
To appreciate beauty; to give of one’s self . . .
To leave the world a bit better whether by
a healthy child, a garden patch, or
a redeemed social condition . . .
To laugh and play with enthusiasm and to sing with
exultation and to know that one life
has breathed easier because…

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