There is something to be said for sitting outdoors on a beautiful day, and enjoying nature simply by listening and being still.
As I sat with my camera and my book, I could hear the call of a pileated woodpecker, followed by its noisy drilling into an old dead tree in the woods. I could hear the flutter of the wings of the birds who come to the feeders, then looked up when I heard the swishing of a larger bird as a turkey vulture flew overhead. When I sit quietly with my camera, or while reading, I forget about my cares. My movements are slow so as not to scare off the birds, and when I’m treated with good images as a result – it’s a win-win.
There you are, you elusive little hummingbird.
This one might be my favorite.
This little tiny hummingbird came right up to me and hovered for a moment, checking me out. (And maybe taking a little pee, to boot).
Then it darted past me through the air and around the old lilac bush, then zigzagged over to the garden where it drank from several morning glories. Then off it went again, finally landing on a dead branch high up in the dogwood tree.
And that's when I snapped the photo above.
This is for my sister, Ginny.
We’ve always called her Ginny, though.
Or Gin Gin.
Friday, August 24 is her 50th birthday.
This V’s for you, Miss V.
I like this one too – the butterfly against the dark of the hedge.
There’s a lot going on right now and I can’t begin to speak of it now. Some of it’s bad, but some of it is good – or it will be good when all is said and done.
Sorry to be so cryptic.
School is dizzyingly busy. If that’s not an adjective, or even a word, then it should be. I look forward to a day when things finally calm down. And until then, I’ll just take the calm of the weekends.
Thank heavens for weekends.
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So how are things going for you?