For some people there’s nothing more serene than early morning fishing.
You can see other versions on the theme at the above link.
After the storm; this was worth finding a road to pull over and watch as the clouds layered.
Eventually the stripy purple clouds completely covered the towering pink thunderhead.
I loved the silky textures of the jay’s feather caught in the prickly branch of a bayberry bush.
This is such an interesting challenge – texture is one of the things most photographers notice, and there are so many options to showcase here.
Want to see more? Just go to the link above, or, if you’re time challenged, here are a few of my favorites. So far.
Soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.
Only here a moment.
I saw this unusual trillium on my walk in the northern fog this morning. I’ve never seen one like it. Trillium season is so short I’m lucky to get an extension by being in the north this weekend.
On a clear night, down in Alabama, the lights across the way were reflecting in the lake.
So were the stars.
See more reflecting at the link above, or here, here and here.
As Katie the dog and I entered the park I noticed a pair of Canadian geese resting in the spring green grass. They noticed us too, and immediately stood up, sensing danger.
Mom and Dad watching over their five little ones.
The five little babies swam oblivious but mom and dad were on guard.
You can see other interpretations of danger here, here and here.
What’s dangerous in your world? Share!
When the fields are being tilled, either at harvest or in preparation of spring planting, there are often layers of color and texture.
One of my favorite things to do is head out on a barn search. I’m lucky. No matter which direction I go there’s bound to be an interesting farm sitting in the middle of it’s own patch of earth.
Here, here and here are some pretty interesting interpretations of earth. Or you can go to the original link to see them all. So far. It’s early in the week, there will be more!
A woodpecker felt his family would be safer if they had a back door. So he remodeled a bluebird house in our yard.
Additional egress required a little ingenuity.
But then he never moved in. Guess he still had security issues.
I guess you’d expect me to use some of the jungle-like images I’ve taken during my trip to Florida. But that seemed too obvious. So as I was sitting in what turned out to be a pretty terrible hotel room contemplating this challenge I realized I was staring at a lamp shining light on the wall.
Which was a particularly vile shade of, well, green.
Here’s a few other interpretations of green, found on other blogs. Take a look; those of us living in the north are entitled to quite a bit of green by this time of year.
No small feat for a little dog.
Anyone following Katie-girl knows that this was a huge accomplishment. After all, she’s atop a very long flight of stairs.