A garter snake, barely a foot long, makes his morning rounds. He fears no photographer.
This insect lives transparently.
There’s one female hummingbird who seems to have made the connection between the people inside the house and the nectar in the feeders. When the feeder is dry, she hovers in front of the windows. Is she signalling us? Or is she checking to see if anyone is coming toward the deck?
Tonight, as I quietly moved to the deck to photograph a deer grazing below among the sunchokes and overgrown poke, this female hummingbird buzzed right up to the lens. Did not have the flash on for this just-before-sunset sequence, but that’s just as well — she might have been startled and a her curiosity dashed.
Young niece Rachel is developing quite an eye for photography. A couple of shots from her trip to St. Louis.
It’s a good day for post No. 100. A quick 15-minute amble around the house and yard produced a pint of sweat and a bushel of frames. A sampling from this morning’s walk n’ shoot.
Ready to Fly
Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?
A common whitetail rests on a rock during a cool summer morning in the Ouachitas.
Water drops strung on a web woven between grass blades serve as a prism for mid-morning light.
There’s a good reason we shake out our shoes before wearing them. This striped bark scorpion passed onto the big rock pile in the sky long before it reached adulthood. It’s not unusual to find adults in the house, walking the bathroom floor in their odd, tank-like way, only to perish under the force of a rolled up issue of Wine Spectator.
Red roses, white mums and blue hydrangeas mark the country’s birthday.