taking wing

I'm flitting all over the place as well.

underfoot

If I were very young I might have walked right by this pile of dead leaves.

But I'm not so very young and I stayed and played with the shapes and crackling dryness that reminds me that the seasons are changing once again. 

comings and goings

Late day on the beach and the birds were feeding on the berries.

 A beautiful afternoon filled with warm light and birdsongs.

the ying and yang

Early morning light warms her sleepy wings.

dahlia time

When I got sidetracked by the backlit leaf I forgot that I did capture a few dahlias.

Beautiful soft full petals.

tail end

I'm so creative! Well maybe not.

I had partly covered this original image with another open window on my computer. A happy mistake. I was blown away by the patterns and love this result. Here is the original.

dinner at the new house

I was checking on the progress of the new house and heard the familiar cry of the osprey. I love the sound they make. And there he was above our roofline eating his freshly caught fish.

Sunday morning

Everything is about the light.

 I was shooting the dahlias at Planting Fields but the wind was unforgiving and I wasn't feeling very patient, so I headed home. On my way I discovered these huge backlit leaves and I lost myself in the light. I saw purples and aqua and limey greens with a deep bold red stem holding it all together. I have a beautiful series of these images. What a great way to spend the morning...

last image from the woods

This represents what I love most about the woods.

 There were so many levels to fall into. My boots were on the muddy earth while my eyes were drawn into the depth of the still water in the beaver's pond. At first I loved the vibrant colors of the changing leaves against the green of the freshly fallen ones. And then I saw the clouds and then I saw the tree trunk. It brings new meaning to Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow. I am in awe of our natural world,

and to think it was taken with my cell phone.

Black bear

This black bear is about 18 months old. I have been told that his mother has pushed him out on his own because she is in her breeding time again. He looks beautiful and healthy and very sweet. But if he thinks that humans are going to feed him then the bear is in trouble. I hope this guy heads deeper in the woods and manages to take care of himself.