Peeling and Curling in the Sun

During a walk last week, I took a step back from looking at flowers and vines and tall grasses. I noticed a fence “guarding” the river behind it. I am not sure how long ago it was painted, but apparently it’s time for a fresh coat. Or maybe just a new fence. But that’s the town’s problem.

In the meantime, as the sunlight caught the peeling paint and cast this old tired fence in a new light (no pun intended), I aimed my camera up close.

The flowers would have to wait.

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photo a day: Texture
colors and letters: With the letter P

[I have ventured into trying to use the block editor WP has forced upon us…and then went back to a hybrid. Time will tell how long this will take before Patience is lost to Aggravation.]

Please Stay on the Grass

August photo a day challenge: Pebbles, stones, rocks

rock installation
“In Their Element”

During a visit to the Shelburne Museum in Vermont last year, I noticed an odd sign posted in the grass next to the walking path: Please Stay on the Grass.

It was then that I realized I was looking at an art installation. Who knew? I love smooth stones, which I usually only see at the beach. This was something entirely different.

I was intrigued.

The artists’ information was posted nearby:

rock installation info

Macro Monday: Gotcha!

bee butt

I am always impressed by my fellow bloggers who are so adept at photographing the tiniest members of our nature community.  I try to avoid…at all costs…these many legged creatures who always seem to show up uninvited. (except for butterflies of course!)

One of my favorite (in a weird sort of way) laughing childhood memories (in retrospect, but not at the time) was pointing at an errant spider or mosquito or ant or something tiny and gross crawling up my younger sister’s arm or neck…or even worse…her face. And yelling there’s a bug on you! there’s a bug on you! Followed by much swatting and slapping and inspection and running around. And general – genuine – hysteria.

Or conversely…spying it on myself and jumping around yelling there’s a bug on me! there’s a bug on me!  The fact that I react with massive swelling to bites plus I’m allergic to bee stings didn’t help. It became close to an almost sacred anti-insect ceremony…one of the few things my sister and I bonded over. The trespassers usually saved themselves and escaped.

Apparently now I’m too old or tired to get as wound up about it. A mysterious brown bug fell on my leg in the bathroom this morning. I think it had just woken up too and kept trying to fly away. There’s a bug on me! I grabbed it in a tissue and it was gone. Happy Monday.

So, back to Macro Monday. I waited for this bee to settle down and pose for a photo when visiting a neighborhood flower bed last week…and it kind of did.

My first Bug Photo…even if it is a bee’s butt.

 

citysonnet photo a day challenge: Visitor

Fandango’s Friday Flashback: July 17

Inspired by Fandango’s Friday Flashback: July 17

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year….Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year?

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…a flashback post down memory lane…a welcome respite.

(also coinciding with today’s citysonnet photo a day challenge: Watermelon Pink)

The following post was originally published on July 17, 2019

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Shades of Pink

Nancy Merrill is hosting a photo challenge. The prompt this week: Shades Of Pink

IN A NEW POST CREATED FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE A PHOTO OR TWO FEATURING SHADES OF THE COLOR PINK.

 

When I was a kid, pink was never my first choice. For anything. At least that’s how I remember it. Old photographs rarely showed me in pink pants or shirts. Maybe a pink dress when I was too young to voice an opinion…although my opinion was often ignored.

I probably lucked out because my younger sister was the “girly” one (a term I now dislike, but those who remember the “old days” will know what I mean). She could have all the pink, as far as I was concerned.

The one exception may have been my first bicycle…which was pink. I am not sure if that was my choice…or the only color available at the time for a “girl’s bike.”

Anyway, pink pops up on Valentine’s Day and that’s when I photographed these shades of pink.

Wrapped up and ready for local Valentine shoppers.

 

pink flowers

Fresh, local and ready to go

Left behind by the tide, this mass of twisted swirls caught my eye a couple of months ago. A week before the beaches were closed to the public.

Looks like an artisan salad to me.

I’d just add chicken.

And balsamic dressing.

seaweed swirl

Or not.

I miss my walks on the beach. But the good news is they will be back open on June 1st for walkers and runners. And hopefully photographers too. 🙂

citysonnet photo a day challenge: Twisted, swirl

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