I keep saying the name of this flower, but the images that appear in my imagination have nothing in common with this flower. The flower is fuzzy, orangish, low to the ground, and looks nothing like a thing I'd bring to a campfire. This was taken early in June.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Chewing the Words
I keep saying the name of this flower, but the images that appear in my imagination have nothing in common with this flower. The flower is fuzzy, orangish, low to the ground, and looks nothing like a thing I'd bring to a campfire. This was taken early in June.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Raindrops on Roses
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Nonplussed Trophy Fish
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Water Hazard
I was supposed to be returning library books ... very overdue books, but then I saw a pair of cormorants in the water hazard of the Lone Tree golf course across the street. I am very lucky in that my children are patient with me (or that they have Nintendo DSes and Dolls) and hung out while I took a few shots.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Primative Adobe Effects
Wet Flowerworks
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Macaroni
It's the fourth of July, so here's a plume moth. It's late in the evening, so here's the map through the wetlands of conscience: the moths are named for the feather-like, that is, plume wings. Yankee Doodle stuck a feather in his cap and called it Macaroni. I think it's a quite dandy moth actually. Many in the Roxborough park that day. Neat-o. :)
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Waterfall Monochrome
A Fruit Loop Miracle
I took a picture in acknowledgment of the amazing phenomenon. Then, unceremoniously, I ate the miraculous Fruit Loop. The boys thought that was very funny because I wasn't acknowledging the gravitas of the situation.
Jasmine announced, "I like the Cheerios."
Neighbor Flowers
We saw these flowers as we passed their house. We were walking in the rain, so the rainwater in the gutter was more interesting than the flowers for Jasmine. Ordinarily she'd have stopped; Jasmine really likes the color yellow. It's easy to see and pleasantly common. I'll admit, I've always liked blue. I wonder what causes us to have a favorite color and what that choice says about us.
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