This condominium for the wee folk popped up on our front lawn the other day.
A bird-in-the-grass photo is, perhaps, marginally more exciting than a photo of a bird-on-a-stick (the term, bird-on-a-stick, is the photographer pejorative for any perching bird picture). But a bird-in-the-grass is what we have.
We discovered that after a rain the yellow-crowned night herons show up at the local park to look for crawdads. This past week we headed to the park after a rainy night. It was worth our time with three or four night herons, a snowy egret, and a cattle egret. But the best part of the outing was that I was out of the car and taking pictures for the first time in four months!
This photo is another taken from my files. It was taken two years ago on our way to Yellowstone.
The picture was taken from the floor of Palo Duro Canyon, the second-largest canyon in the U.S., located in the Texas Panhandle. Unlike Grand Canyon where most enjoy it from the rim and the adventurous visit the canyon floor, at Palo Duro camping and sightseeing are done on the floor of the canyon. It makes for a unique experience.
Here you are looking up from about 800 feet below the rim. The rock tower you see in the middle of the photo is called a hoodoo. Hoodoos and caves are seen throughout the canyon. The 120 mile long canyon Palo Duro Canyon was cut by the Prairie Dog Town Fork tributary of the Red River about a million years ago.
What glorious flowers! These red day lilies, with their golden-yellow throats and deep red coloring, almost overwhelm the senses when they are seen in profusion. They are glorious - large, robust, and beautiful. Who can ignore their audacious beauty?
With it being the Easter season, I thought this charming little adobe mission, which has in its own way been resurrected, would be a fitting image.
The Mission Mary Calera Chapel is one of the two last structures of the ghost town of Calera, Texas. It was in use from the early 1900s (dates vary) into the mid-1940s when it no longer could sustain a congregation. It then fell into disuse and disrepair. In 2002 the Calera Foundation was created to restore the little mission. The foundation finished its renovations and rededicated the chapel in May of 2003. The chapel now again serves the surrounding area, and is open to the public for worship, weddings, and other ceremonies.
While it awaits its next visitor, the little chapel patiently sits in lonely vigil on the Chihuahuan Desert among the mesquite and catclaw and in the shadow of the Davis Mountains of West Texas. Here you are seeing it on a September evening in 2015.
In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast;
In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Apologies to Alfred Tennyson. But for young man or for young egret, spring is indeed the time. This magnificent Great Egret is in full display and looking for love at a rookery on High Island north of Galveston. The photo was taken in 2015.
The egret you see here is in all his glorious breeding regalia with lots of long, wispy plumes being shown in a peacock-like display. The long plumes are called aigrettes and occur only when breeding. Also notice the bright lime green coloring at the base of his bill, in an area known as the lores. This green coloring will also go away when breeding time has passed.
Because the aigrettes were so highly prized for ladies' hats in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, about 95% of Great Egrets and Snowy Egrets were killed and the birds almost became extinct. The Migratory Bird Act of 1913 put an end to the carnage.
Well, Linda and I are still recovering from the indignities inflicted on us by the various surgeons, so I have pulled a photo from my archives as I am frustrated with not posting photos. This shot is from our trip to Yellowstone two years ago. It was taken from the campground along the Wind River where we tucked in for the night.
Trains are on the move 24 hours a day, moving goods from one side of our country to the other. It is morning and this multi-engine string has traveled throughout the night. Here you see it high in the Rockies along the Wyoming's Wind River Range. The train is just emerging from a tunnel, and its tail end is still inside. Does this setting evoke just about every train song you ever heard?
Recovering from surgery time begins to weigh heavily. Since I haven't been able to get out with my camera, I decided to bring a bit of nature inside. A quick trip to Kroger (I needed to buy some chocolate milk anyway) for a bunch of cut flowers and I was in business.
The photos below are of one lone, slightly bedraggled, lily that was in the bunch. This one flower gave me an hour's enjoyment, and I thought I would share some of my pleasure with you. I hope you enjoy.
Just click on a photo below to see full size.
January is about over and we are six weeks into winter, so cheer up and consider February 1st to "Hump Day." So that you don't get too excited and look out the window for spring every day (winter does still has six or seven more weeks to go), this week's photo is of just half of a spring bloom.
I may be a week or two early with my "half way to spring" photo, but I probably will miss posting a picture next week. There are one or two things that will keep me away from the computer for a week or two. In any case, enjoy this Tickseed Sunflower. Who knows; maybe the whole bloom will appear in about six weeks.
Well, Linda has me grounded for right now, so I am not getting out with my camera as I would like to. So I pulled this photo out of the archives. This is The Great Salt Lake with an incredible sky overhead. It is taken from the southern shoreline looking just slightly west of due north. It was taken during the summer of 2015 on a memorable road trip that included Yellowstone, the Grand Tetons, and a new engine in the RV.