You know that old saw about stopping to smell the roses? Photography can be something like that, except you lean in with your lens, absorbing all the details. Suddenly there appear all those wonderful bits of life and texture that on regular day are as invisible as the quantum world.
#ILoveThisPlace
Being born and raised a Yankee, Arkansas was never a place I expected to land. Work brought me here years ago and over the decades I’ve fallen in love with its people and its beauty (however, not the mosquitoes or noseeums). I was reminded of how lovely a place it is at a stop during an Independence Day joyride. Here’s a view of the Arkansas River from an overlook at Pinnacle Mountain State Park, just outside Little Rock.
You know you’ve driven through the Arkansas Delta when …
… the front of your vehicle changes color from “Predawn Gray Mica” to “Entomological Hodge Podge.”
Bee looking up
Too often, we spend our time never looking above eye level. Those times when we do raise our sights, a whole new layer of life is revealed. Here, a carpenter bee hovers, keeping a wary eye on life below. A lesson in looking up.
Cranes in the moonlight
Construction crane booms point toward the nearly full moon. They are part of the project to replace the Broadway Bridge linking Little Rock and North Little Rock.
Over the edge
White marked tussock caterpillar peers over the edge of the hummingbird feeder into a two-story abyss. We have no idea how he got there. He did leave the hard way, walking off the edge. By the time we got down to the sidewalk — POOF — he had gone.