Posts tagged ‘nature’
365 Days of Flash Photography, With Day Number 78…
Here is Day Number 78…
Early signs.
365 Days of Flash Photography, With Day Number 73…
Here’s yesterdays photo. Arrived home way late last night after my bedtime, then simply crashed, so it’s posted this morning.
Day Number 73…
Fractured, defeated by time.
And an extra, since I was late…
Lazy Waters.
Hay! Look at that!
Hay! Look at that!
Tis the season. Carry that splendor. August Hay Days. And I didn’t even have to edit this shot. Bingo and a plus.
Scrub Jay Way
If you’ve been wondering where Paul’s been, he’s been working on his new yard.
That’s right. I’ve been turning up dirt and staring down weeds. No photo sessions, or traveling around.
Do I enjoy it? Why yes, I actually do. I have a lot of projects that need to be completed in the near future. Just taking it a day at a time. Is it overwhelming? Not really. It can be when I’m reminded of everything that needs to be done, then it’s like, “Yeah, I know, I’ve ran that through my head about a thousand times.”
I’ve named this section of my garden, “Scrub Jay Way.” I’ve had quite a few scrub jays showing up, pouncing on tasty morsels found within my lawn. Instantly, just like that, the name came about. Psychologically speaking, I’m sure it derived from a past reference, one buried within the depths of my brain, and suddenly brought to the bright surface, “Blue Jay Way” from The Beatles. A magical mystery kind of ordeal.
Throwing Adams
They were all of insignificant size, but it didn’t really matter. Nothing more than a few hours of bliss, reeling in acrobatic cutthroat trout, enjoying those peculiar sounds where riffles and current combed over shallow uneven cobblestone beds. Choice of fly was none other than that of an Adams. Pure surface action, with every ounce of me engaged. Irritations melted away, drifted away, like those white pudgy columns patrolling the skies overhead. 
Each throw of line put the Adams on a different voyage, riding high on surface while moving shadows beneath kept a curious eye. Everything in their world, passing morsel or otherwise seemed always under strict surveillance. And then there was the familiar break, where surface split, and the Adams going bye-bye.
