Here is number 330…
School days. School ways. Reminds me of the Runaways. “Used to be a trouble maker. Hated homework, was a sweet heartbreaker.” This is Fairbanks. This is Oregon.
My guardian. My serpent.
Here is number 325…
Fairytale Pool. I watched a fairy dance across the broken branch, then it pranced along the banks, heading upstream.
I have a question… Is the tooth fairy male or female?
Skippers do skim, and trout still swim.
Here is number 320…
“Go ahead. Get a little closer. I dare ya.”
I found a hollow between two boulders, and it was filled with crawdads. Some were dead, others were still alive. I have no idea, no clue, as to why or how they had got there. It was very interesting to say the least. When I made my move for a shot, this guy flared up, clearly ready for battle. He didn’t find one with me. Hopefully he won’t face a heron, because the results might not be in his favor.
Here is number 297…
First thing my mom said,”That’s a Melissa shot!”
Lunk the Lizard
Here is number 148…
Sometimes it feels like we’re heading back into winter. Spring moon.
Here is number 145…
I’ve noticed several different bees, just this season alone. If the rain lets up, they might actually return to work.
Looks who’s back. Coming in at number 142, it’s Rufy…
The Slowsky’s. It’s comcastic.
Reflections on dialup.
I still see you!
Back to work.