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Birds, like people, come in all shapes and sizes.
While I can’t say I have a particular fancy for hummingbirds, since I love them all in different ways, I certainly do admire these tiny creatures that travel over such vast distances twice a year.
They lived year round in my parent’s garden in Barbados, attracted there by my mother’s many flowers.
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They provided an early subject for this morning’s photo quest.
It was a misty morning, so I went outside and if it wasn’t for the bugs assaulting me in droves, I’d be out there still, though by now the dew has long since evaporated in sweltering heat.
There are worthwhile images everywhere on days like this.
You only need to notice them.
Admittedly, not everyone will agree on what is worthy. I like shadows.
And dew drops.
You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all? I find them irresistible.
What about clover?
Often it’s not just the flower that is attractive, but its very shape.
The particular blending of colours on each petal.
The effect of light and shade.
Discovering Nature in old age, after years in the concrete jungle, is like being born again.
Discovering new and wonderful things every day.
My old eyes can’t take it all in, yet I seem to notice so much more than I ever did before, to take pleasure in so many simple sights.
Perhaps it’s true that in old age you return to childhood.
Less carefree, maybe, but more appreciative.
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Thank you so much, Carolyn, for the delightful thoughts devoted to the beauty and wonder of nature. I love the photos of the landscapes in summer and the wildlife. Your musing on older age reminded me of the wonderful quote written by Ben Wild, which reads:
” Seek the wisdom of age, but look at the world through the eyes of a child.”
Joanna
Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional!
I did the same thing, properly discovering nature at the age of 60 after spending a lifetime in London. I remember some of the things that I started to notice; the amount of tiny life that exists on a fallen tree trunk, the sheer number of insects rotating above the water of a river, and the noise of the wind rustling leaves before autumn. It was all joyful.
Best wishes, Pete.
Your early morning photos of the hummingbirds are beautiful. And the leaves with the dew drops, the shadows and colourful flowers … hmm, you’re right Carolyn, we are surrounded by beauty. Your blog can be a learning school for youngsters to start appreciating nature while their eyesight is still great and they can move without problems 🌸.
The photos of the flowers are gorgeous.
I’ve always had this saying and a warning, it’s not very nice: “We’re born as babies, and we die as babies”. (Don’t cane me!)