Linear drama

The underbelly of this fungus was so visually intriguing. Anybody know what kind it is?

These are beautiful in the way engravings are beautiful — how the lines describe the contours and give dimension and drama to the image. 

 

 

Morning meditation

Bluebird seems to staring out over the south valley from the branch of a bare hickory tree.

 

 

Gothic kind of day

Winter in the South comes with (the moist) air of mystery.

Making the snow fly

Little finch makes the snowflakes fly as she feeds on the sumac.

Fair weather feathered friend

The weather here in the Mid-South has been so gloomy. Fog and more fog and rain on top of rain. Not that we don’t need the rain, but at some point, you just want to believe the sun will show its face again. Yesterday was that day.  The sun shone for a few hours, enough time to bring out the birds, get the rock knockers calling to their mates and to do some long overdue car washing.

Mr. Cardinal out enjoying yesterday’s brief few hours of sunshine. 

 

Silent Sunday

Milo in motion

Longish exposure makes Milo’s self-cleaning a bit abstract.

Resilient

The folks who live in the wind-blown areas of west Texas seem to have always known the utility of windmills. Here, near Wildorado, an old-school windmill still spins, dwarfed by the forest of  80-meter giants of this wind farm.

Below, a lonely windmill west of Santa Fe, New Mexico, still drawing water for the scattered cattle grazing its scrubland.