Posted on July 12, 2013
Insects are often seen as pests, but there is beauty here too. Of the 90 million species roaming the earth, sky, and sea I am sharing five images today: a fly on a chair, a butterfly, a grasshopper, a dragonfly, and a spider web (with some captured insect prey). If you feel like something is crawling up your arm, it is very possible as there are 300 pounds of insects for every pound of you. Enjoy your day and your bugs.
See http://www.si.edu/Encyclopedia_SI/nmnh/buginfo/bugnos.htm for more on bugs.
Posted on July 9, 2013
In Leaves of Grass Walt Whitman wrote, “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.” For photographers, Whitman’s words are a call to be mindful of the beauty in simple things. In seeking the “grand image” we may overlook a gentle glory in the simple. Hope you can see the beauty in my brief homage to Whitman’s words in these images of grass.
Did you see the spider thread in the last picture? As always, your thoughts, comments, and critiques are welcome.
Posted on July 8, 2013
The wild areas between farm and road seem filled with wildflowers this summer. I have loved wildflowers since grade school days. I find the natural, uncultivated beauty of these flowers captivating. The sowing of seed by wind and birds creates a randomness that can surprise. On a photo excursion last Friday, we came across a huge field of day lilies; overwhelming in both quantity and quality. Being a preacher’s kid, I thought about Jesus’ words about considering the beauty of the wildflowers, and God’s care for them, as a reminder not to worry. Glorying in wildflowers all morning, I had no worries.
Posted on July 4, 2013
I couldn’t resist putting these together with the above title. These were all taken on the same day as yesterday’s post. The detail from a building picture is from Wednesday’s post about the rundown – but still majestic – Victorian house; the style named, of course, for Queen Victoria. Notice the mold and moss and deterioration of the detail. The other queen is a picture of the wildflower called Queen Anne’s Lace. The vultures are Turkey Vultures, one of which is eyeing me ominously with a very hungry look.
Posted on July 3, 2013
I love Victorian houses. While the Victorian period is typically listed as mid 19th century to 1900, most Victorian houses still standing in the United States were built toward the latter half of that period.
While driving down a country road near me, I came across a sadly rundown Victorian house that still presented herself with hints of her former beauty. The house has three porches that all appear to be original. One porch is on the northwest corner of the house, one on the southwest corner of the house, and one facing south. I took other pictures, but these are all from the porches.
The first three pictures are of the front porch. Note the two doors to the porch. The next picture is of the front porch railing and the third picture is from the wood detail under the porch (probably intended to keep animals out).
The fourth picture is from the corner of the south-facing porch. And the last picture is a black-and-white image of the detail in one of the northwest porch posts. If the porches are still sound, any one of them would be a great place to sip a cool beverage on a hot day.
Posted on July 1, 2013
Rust. What does the word “rust” bring to your mind? Do you think of corrosion, or decay, or tetanus shots? I think patina (strange, I know). The beautiful gradations and rich colors in rust draw me to all kinds of rusted things.
As I wandered today taking pictures of rusted things, I was reminded of the Tolkien line “Not all who wander are lost.” Taking time to wander – the long way home, meandering through a meadow, or strolling along a city street – is a great way to look for beauty that those in a hurry or “on a mission” will miss. Maybe you will see beauty in unexpected places . . . like rust.
Posted on June 26, 2013
As we were taking pictures of the milk house, a car pulled up and a 70-something man rather gruffly asked what we thought we were doing. Once the farmer learned we were a couple of harmless old ladies interested in taking pictures of stones his demeanor changed and he smiled and said, “If you want to see some real stones, come to the house over there.”
We accepted his invitation and spent over an hour with the farmer and his wife. He showed us some very large rocks that had been pulled out of the fields, his beautiful fish-filled pond, his beagles, an old outhouse, and some lawn ornaments. He told us he was raised in the farmhouse near the milk house and had lived on his current part of that farm since 1966. We had some wonderful conversation, great picture opportunities, and an invitation to return.