27th April 2023 Taking photographs ensures that there will always be a sunny image available. Today seems a little undecided. This day we arrived home to find a Red-breasted Woodpecker snacking on suet. Undisturbed by the garage door. . But the groundhogs have gone shy... Once they are awake, it has been our experience in … Continue reading Backing up
0630/14th April 2023 The temperature hit 85 degrees (29 C) yesterday. Beneath a glaring sun it felt a good deal warmer and the house became very stuffy, necessitating activation of the air- conditioner. This seems very premature as there is still the chance we may get frost and even snow, though that appears most unlikely … Continue reading Cat chase
13th April 2023 When you are tired, rundown, dispirited, or out of sorts in any number of ways, you exude negative energy. That's my theory. And it explains why on days like this, nothing wants to work for me. Camera, cellphone, computer. Or maybe that's an excuse for just being a lame brain. . It … Continue reading Willows
24th August 2022 One of my frustrations, of which it's fair to say, there are a few, ought to have a solution. The question is whether I shall ever get around to finding it. There is an insect in the photograph on the left. I noticed it when I was attempting to capture raindrops. But … Continue reading Always hope
1828/2nd July 2022 There's not much that's pleasing going on at ground level these days, so gazing at the sky is ever more therapeutic. Overnight rain ceased early yesterday and we were graced with another warm and very lovely evening... ...fast forward... By 6 am I was out filling the feeders beneath what seemed a … Continue reading Acceptance?
12th June 2022 Having had my eyes dilated this morning, things are a bit blurry but I have a few pictures from yesterday that may amuse you and tide me over... The on going saga: "As the Bush Rustles." "This is what motherhood does for you!" "Endearing, you say?" "There is a fee, you know, … Continue reading As the Bush Rustles
12th May, 2021 "Thunderhead" and "Flicka" (his mother) were the names of horses that I read about as a child. After reading "Black Beauty" first, of course. How I loved those stories. How I wanted a horse. "Thunderhead" was such a wonderful name for a horse. Is it why clouds fascinate me? They compel me … Continue reading Thunderhead
Yesterday I walked around the garden urging it not to get excited by such a Springlike day. It is, after all, still December. But during the night a hard frost was probably more effective than my whispered words! We're not done with Winter yet and that's alright with me. Oh, the wonder Of Winter trees. … Continue reading Winter trees