the heat of the sun
the flutter of wings
the children’s laughter
the cool of the creek
the buzz and the breeze
the drip and whirl of time
191/365: damselfly
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08.12.13 bees do it
There’s a lot of focus on pollinators these days so it seemed fitting to portray this one in full living color. It’s always good to see the bees doing their thing. On this visit, the sandpit was buzzing with pollinators of every stripe digging into the wild thistle blossoms with singular, ecstatic focus.
224/365: bee on thistle
07.13.13 catching a buzz
The butterfly weed is in full bloom. It is almost impossibly orange and attracting all sorts of attention in the prairie garden. Always happy to see a bee doing it’s thing…
194/365: butterfly weed with bee
04.09.13 what the tree saw
The patterns on dead logs always make me think of ancient civilizations. They strike me as a means of communication, like cave paintings or hieroglyphics. Are these these lines a map for future generations of beetles? Or are they simply a record? A collective “we were here” scrawled by millions of footfalls across a wall of rotting wood.
99/365: old log hieroglyphic
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