This means I’ll lose some of my past followers, and gain some new. As of now, with October around the corner, I’ll share a few recent pics, with hopefully more to come as my favorite month falls into view (see what I did there).
Metolius River, taken by Karen. Trout were on fire here at Idiots Hole. A mass of hatches, including the usual suspects, danced and displayed themselves atop the surface, riding along before being gulped in a splash-like manner from an array of green and blue backed red sides. Window of opportunity was abundant on this brilliant early fall day.
Yes, I’ve got even more youngsters out back now.
True, it’s a generic postcard shot, but I still dig it. Sunflowers out in the back, and a happy goldfinch.
Pulaski season. Well, I actually framed this shot for catching those rays splicing through.
Yes, it’s been a busy summer, and this girl helped out.
My typical stance after an evening of sanding and priming.
Admiring my handy work, not at all blowing on a spider.
What is the degree of independence? This scene played out at my birdbath, and it was a break of sorts from feeding and fears of the Cooper’s hawk lurking from just beyond the laurels. Or at least that’s how it appeared, playing out in my mind as a serene act. So I began wondering about thoughts, and the breaks in between. Meditation of sorts. Focusing on that space in between thoughts. It’s fleeting like most things in life, but it’s a start towards awareness before the Cooper’s hawk of uncertainty becomes a certainty. Or perhaps I’m just thinking aloud.
Christmas Eve dinner with the fam.
Christmas tree this year.
Where Santa exports troubled elves.
Bit of flow.
Here Is Day Number 43…
Where did you sleep last night.
Steps to the hereafter, while course of movement plays upon a changing horizon. A novelty of emotions. A uniqueness in life.
Okay, setting apart the whole dramatic and expressive state, this pic always reminds me of Nirvana’s “Where did you sleep last night.” From MTVs Unplugged album. Who would of thought?