A hard body with furry knees.
Cold, wet carpenter bee hangs on to blades of grass.
Sure looks like summer out there.
Split-second love story.
Other split-second stories we liked:
- Movie set: http://theeclecticeccentricshopaholic.wordpress.com/2014/05/31/7873/
- Sleepy baby – http://underthemonkeytree.com/2014/05/30/weekly-photo-challenge-split-second-story-sleepy-baby/
- Having a cig story: http://whymatters.me/2014/05/30/weekly-photo-challenge-split-second-story/
- Hi-story: https://autopict.wordpress.com/2014/05/30/weekly-photo-challenge-split-second-story/
This split-second story comes from the bottom of its hand-lettered heart.
The early bird: An old story in a split second.
After the rain, mist rises from the mountains to meet the sky. At times the mist rises in columns that bend gently like grass in a breeze, shifting east and then west at the whim of the winds. The movement is hypnotic and in its silence, mysterious.
Many of the photos in this blog are taken along paths trod time and time again on weekend “photo safaris,” which usually consist of an hour walking an area less than a half-mile radius from the house. There are mornings where the thought forms, (with sigh): “There doesn’t seem to be anything new today.” And almost before it’s completed, something new does appear. This was the first time in all the years on the mountain that we’d seen these purple bee balms. These were perched comfortably on a steep, south-facing slope.