Throughout the course of a normal week, I take loads of photos. Some end up on my regular blog as part of a story, but many don't. They become little moments lost in time, seen briefly through my eye and a camera lens.

So, without rhyme or reason, based on nothing more than appeal, I'm going to pick a favorite weekly shot and post it here.

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Friday, March 27, 2015

Irresistable

...if I was a bee, this beautiful flower would draw me like a hot fudge sundae with extra whipped cream and a big fat cherry on top.  Luscious and mouth-watering and totally alluring: wild Iris growing on the hillside across the road from my house...



Thursday, February 12, 2015

First Flower

...it's been over two months since I've posted anything.  The weather has been foggy for most of that time which, for the most part, makes for a very blank canvas.  This morning, however, I found a bright spot of color just emerging from the drab...



Sunday, December 7, 2014

Visions

...in the woods next to my house, there's a swing.  It's been hanging in one of the huge oak trees for so long the rope tying the swing to the limb has become one with the tree. In the fog of a dreary Sunday, I saw several things in this shot: a scary book cover; lost childhood; forgotten dreams; poignancy in the passage of time...



Monday, October 20, 2014

Dew

...one of the last roses blooming in the Veterans Rose Garden at the VA complex. The boys and I were wandering through in the early morning yesterday, dew still heavy on the grass, and sprinkled like tiny diamonds across this beautiful rose...



Wednesday, October 8, 2014

'Shrooms

...while out watering the backyard today, I found a family of mushrooms have begun to sprout under the shade of a large fern.  It made me smile, they looked so much like a family on an adventure, the large one leading while the little ones tag along behind...



Sunday, October 5, 2014

Autumn Morning

...when I opened the blinds this morning, the sun was just beginning to touch the valley. I love how the house in the center--surrounded by mist--appears fortress-like, an island adrift in ethereal seas.



Saturday, September 20, 2014

Last Glimpse

...as the flowers begin to fade, I find myself savoring the final blooms.  Soon will come the quiet season when all is monochrome and vivid colors are just a memory.  This last stalk of Foxglove is going out in style...