I am caught in the scramble of what is autumn--days filled with lovely leaves and decorated by bits and pieces of warmth. While inside, winter chores peek out from behind dingy glass and closet doors—a reminder of all that has been set aside as I do so many things I would rather.
I look away.
If our eyes do not meet, it is as if I they cannot see me.
Outdoors, a garden begs to be tucked in before the worst of weather,
piles of pumpkins to turn into pies smile in wait at the back door.
Yet, on a morning like this, with bright sunshine and a balmy breeze, I stepped into boots and grabbed my camera.
Images like these I will remember long after these warm autumn days have passed.
Eastern Comma Butterfly, with wings folded looks like a tattered leaf.
Open, it is quite a different story.
Open, it is quite a different story.
I sat low in the grass and waited for birds by Little Pond Pool. Then there was a rustle of footsteps, and long, sloppy drinking from the shallow water. As I craned my neck to see above the tall weedy bank, they lifted their heads just long enough to see where I was. Then bounded off again, buried in the grass of the field.
5 comments:
i am very glad you skipped chores and went out with your camera. what a lovely little bluebird. And the milkweed is something else that I love.
Wonderful autumn memories captured here Nina. I always cringe when I see birds eating poison ivy berries. I am so allergic to it. I am amazed that they can eat it.
The chores are civilizeation trappings and will either be done or not, but the glories of this day when missed, can never be recaptured. Just wonderful!!!
I hope you will enter the photo of the 3 deer in the mist in a contest! Great composition!
Nina, that very last photo of the Bluebird is just about the cutest thing I've ever seen. It's perfect!
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