Bluebird seems to staring out over the south valley from the branch of a bare hickory tree.
Muted colors
A purple finch and his mate contrast with the fog-muted fall colors of the Ouachita Mountain ridge behind them. Taken this morning.
Swallowtail
A fast-flying yellow swallowtail stopped long enough to grace our the wildflower garden yesterday. 
Mr. Grumpypants
Mr. Grumpypants, right, seems full of vinegar on a wet morning. His dining companion, left, seems a bit taken aback.
Moby peck
The big raucous pileated woodpeckers in our corner of the Ouachita Mountains have been the Moby Dick to my Ahab-ic photographic ambitions. For years, I’ve tried to capture a decent photo, but they’ve proven elusive, skittish and pretty good at hiding for something so large and loudly colored. But finally, FINALLY, one very vocal female lit in a tree this morning, not far from our living room window. And there she is.
Ghost leaf
Arkansas summer mornings give rise to interesting conditions, thanks to the high humidity and the difference in temperature between inside and outside. Condensation on the windows can be especially telling — as if Nature was deploying her own forensic technique to seek the whereabouts of creatures and things. On this July morning, this ghostly outline appeared on the glass — retracing the landing spot of some storm tossed leaf.
The (Urban-Wildlife) Interface 