Sunday, 9 August 2020
I went out to photo the heavy morning fog and found a distracted, not-worried chipmunk, who stayed around long enough for me to capture his/her soul.
I also found some extremely local webs, not at all world-wide.
Thursday, 6 August 2020
First, there were five crows perched on high dead tree branches.
Then, two flew off.
Then, one more left.
The answer is ___.
And they didn’t stay around long after I took this snap.
Friday, 24 July 2020
I still don’t know what this sapsucker was up to with the wing held sideways. S/he eventually stuck the beak under the wing in a normal manner when preening, then flew off, but s/he held the wing-out position for maybe two minutes without paying attention to it. Not hurt; a yoga stretch, perhaps?
I called these harebells the other day, but I think they’re garden bluebells gone wild.
First photo: not a woodpecker; second photo: not a harebell. I’m living and learning. 🤨
Both photos qualify as snapshots and no more. The first was through the screen/window, and the second just would not expose better.
Wednesday, 22 July 2020
Fancy a human-made landscape? Here’s a transformation of tundra-swamp into open water…albeit shallow. When it was built in the 1930s, none of this vegetation in the water existed. Now, MaNachur is turning it back into swamp via mats of reeds and lilies and the like.
For now, trumpeter swans gracefully feeding. Shallow, no?
Tuesday, 21 July 2020
Mighty tasty black raspberries.
Lovely lake. Open sky.
Winsome woodchuck. [But a big eater. S/he moved on from the lawn to nab flowers. Rrrrr.]
Or maybe it’s more the images than the adjectives.
Monday, 13 July 2020
From a distance this group of petunias was beige, tinted beige, but beige. Now that I look closely, the flowers are quite interesting. [Self: don’t jump to conclusions.]
Look what I spotted on the window. Ten minutes after her/his photo session with meeeee, I looked, and El Moth had departed. Life in motion. [More beige variation.]
Saturday, 4 July 2020
I set off this morning (HUMID-cubed), and Eloise came out to greet me…stretch, meow, rub. Eloise lives at a neighbor’s house.
Several blocks later, I was greeted by this cat, unknown to me. I think the cats were feeling a bit lonely, with a lack of holiday traffic…that is foot traffic…I could hear a drone from the tires and motors over on the Interstate. Where were those vehicles going? Hope not all to the beach!
Returning to the house, I saw Sebastian under our car. He was all squinty eyed from napping. I don’t think he cared how many people were about. He didn’t move when I strolled by. [He is from the same house as Eloise.]
BTW, three examples of how difficult it is to get a cat action photo in focus.
Happy Fourth! 🎇🎆🎇
Friday, 3 July 2020
Soooo humid. And warm warm hot. So, out early, ahead of the full sun.
Me and this cottontail. Haven’t seen one in a while here in the city.
Strange world, under this mushroom. This space is about a centimeter and a half high.
Sunday, 21 June 2020
Nothing novel about a squirrel chase, but that morning light—golden!
This hawk (I’m pretty sure) landed in front of me…unclear what the catch was. I left her/him to it….
Sit, Nova!
High five, Nova!
And here’s your treat!
Tuesday, 16 June 2020
This one’s obvious. And red.
Here’s a duck family social distancing. Or maybe together-ing.
And me social distancing, by heading off to the right to avoid the slip-stream of these folks. In fact, the whole way up the west side of the lake I happily did not encounter another person, and thus I had to do no slipstream countermeasures. I’m thinking that’s a good name for a band [“Slipstream Countermeasures, on stage Friday…in 2021”]…perhaps too long?