I happened upon this bloom while strolling a local botanical garden. It was only just beginning to open its petals but there was just something about that color that caught my attention. Not peach, not pink, not orange, but something so striking and soft that I studied it for a time. Should I ever identify this particular rose, I’m planting a few bushes of it! Gorgeous.
A song sparrow making haste off my back porch railing after a healthy snow a few years ago. One of my favorite photos. It’s not the most perfect resolution, but there’s just something neat about the little flakes of snow kick-up and the feet and wings that I’ve always fancied.
While in Wyoming two weeks ago I happened upon this stunning flier; a Blue-Eyed Darner I believe, perched on a sprout of wildflower.
The weekend was baking hot on the plains. It was so bright, I couldn’t make out if the dragonfly was in focus, even cupping my hands over my LCD screen on my camera. I took a chance and triggered several shots in sport mode, hoping one was clear and frankly, I got lucky. Even in the bright heat, the blue stood out amongst the sand and the rocks and the scrub and is the first such dragon fly I’ve seen. A beautiful little gem.
These reminded me of something like a moon flower or an open hollyhock (and yes, a poppy) from back east, except of course it’s a thistle plant here in Wyoming and other neighboring states too. It’s really quite an impressive bloom (given it’s growing somewhere you don’t need to pull or move it).
The blueish hue of the stems is a nice contrast with the green buds and white frilly blooms. A very fragile-looking bloom but in actuality, it’s one tough plant.
This was my skittish visitor who regularly frequented our target shooting location two weeks ago on a hot afternoon in Wyoming. On checking a few websites, it seems this fast sprinter is a Great Plains Earless Lizard. It was quite humorous to see it race up to us and back away again over and over. I’m not sure if it was simply curious or posturing but it certainly was a brave thing.
This second photo admittedly I had to edit extensively. Yours Truly ignored all intelligent thought and left her aperture on the wrong setting for a squint-worthy bright group of pictures. But this one I was able to edit back to a more realistic brightness and contrast to be able to post. I was hoping to keep this one as it made us chuckle to see it scurry over and then stand up to watch us a time or two before disappearing back into the scrub.
A lazy evening fishing on Lake Hartwell, SC circa 2011 with my dad. I didn’t recall from this day if we caught anything, but I do remember being so taken with the sky’s gradient of colors, the gentle slap of water against the underside of the boat and it being so peaceful. It was quiet on the water as the final few boats trolled along with only their electric motors barely humming, searching for hits near the bank. Impressive how just a photo can remind you of so many details from so long ago.
Someone got caught mid-acorn snatch and seemed to think he’d suddenly turned invisible. Not even a hair on his tail twitched at all once it was obvious he’d been spotted. I found it hysterically funny: The mouth full of acorn and dirt on the nose. Proverbial hand (or paw) was definitely caught in the cookie jar.