Pink!

Pink petunias
suspended from white porch rail –
gift to passerby.

(For Cee’s FOTD)

Unexpected Treasure

Summer arrives on its own schedule, painting the landscape a luscious green. The heat of the day keeps us tucked in a cool house, but not without restlessness. Ric offers a late afternoon drive and parks near a trail so I can wander in.

Tall oaks, beech trees, and maples create a canopy of shade. I stop to let my eyes readjust to the sudden change in light. A small creature whirs past, and I recognize the black stripes of a chipmunk.

Darn, I think. Missed it.

But the chipmunk, like me, is only seeking a cooler patch. Perched on a fallen log just beside the path, the small animal stops to enjoy a snack.

These tiny creatures never fail to delight me. An unexpected treasure making my day.



Early Morning Recharge

The dogs stir at the first hint of daylight. I rise with them, grumbling about lack of sleep, until the sun emerges full and bright – something we haven’t seen in awhile.

“I used to be a morning person,” I say out loud. I’m am feeling the unrest of being shut in.

Ric emerges just after 7:00 am and I’m tell him I’m thinking about taking the camera out.

I drive to the centre of town, where the main street bridge crosses the river. Immediately, I spot an unfamiliar shape at the water’s edge.

Back at home, I research and find this is a Yellow Legs, although not sure whether is a Lesser or Greater. Apparently, they migrate through here.

Further down the river a pair of Mallards hover over their newborns. The shadow of an eagle passing overhead sends the family scurrying for cover.

The air is still wintry cold, but my heart is warmed by the beauty of the day. At the end of the outing, I will have encountered many different species of birds, heralding the start of warmer days. With over 400 photos to process, I am bursting with renewed energy.

Thank goodness, I didn’t just go back to bed.

Autumn Blessings

Pre-camera years, I bemoaned the arrival of Autumn as Winter’s harbinger. The lens, however, has the magical ability to transform one’s perceptions. Suddenly, I have new appreciation for golden forests, and white flowers lingering against a backdrop of fallen leaves:

Even the robin, typically associated with the onset of Spring, exudes new charm amid the oranges of this inspiring season.

(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: open topic.)

Unexpected

A photo of my favourite flowers revealed that I wasn’t the only one enjoying these beauties. Can you spot the butterfly wings?

Came upon this old car, complete with costumed actors, film crew, and security. Murdoch Mysteries playing out in our little town.

A protective arm from a big sister, who only moments ago had been her greatest rival.

Life is full of many unexpected and wonderful things. It also promises to present us with challenges.

Aren’t we glad it isn’t always just what we thought!

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This week’s challenge was: “Just when I thought…”. I am also linking this up to Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: unexpected, as it seems to fit.

Thank you to all of you who joined in, and whose input continues to delight me.

Proscenium
Word-Whelmed Woman
Stuff and what if…
one letter UP
AWISEWOMANSJOURNEY

As I link up this week’s contribution, I am struck by one name that has been missing for some time, and sadly, will not be joining us again. Hélène Valliant of Willow Poetry has passed away. Her absence weighs heavy on the hearts of many who came to know her. I know I counted her amongst my online friends.

Tomorrow’s challenge is more of a sharing than a creative endeavour. I’ll see you then.

New Baseball Fans

Baseball is big in our town. Home to the Baseball Hall of Fame, we have several diamonds, attracting ball fans from far and wide. This year, we have a family of new fans with a view of their own.

When we first spotted the nest, there appeared to be one young osprey peeking over the top. On a subsequent visit, we noted two. This photo clearly shows three, but I’m not sure we’ve seen the whole crew yet.

More entertaining to me than baseball, I confess.

(Linking up to Granny Shot It’s new challenge: Bird of the day.)