Monthly Archives: October 2012

One-Word Wednesday

Happy

Halloween!

The Many Faces of My Sons

This is NOT working for me.

When we visited my older son in San Antonio this past Sunday, we parted that evening after our time-worn tradition: The brother photo.

Looking for a different angle outside his apartment, I directed them to sit on the railing. Then I snapped away.

If only that little bro would cooperate!

Is it just me or does it seem like they’re tiring of the tradition? Out of 10 shots, I only got one that looked decent.

Bingo!

Guess that’s better than none!

Strike Up the Bokeh Band

Nothing up my sleeve. Presto! It’s a baton!

Need an excellent example of background blurring, aka bokeh? Just check out this series of photos I took last Saturday morning of our high school’s drum major, Courtney.

Here it comes!

I love how my Nikon D700’s total focus on her pulling her baton out of her uniform so brilliantly softened the musicians and dancers she was about to lead. My Nikon 300mm f/4 lens did a great job of providing that contrast.

Time to start the show.

It looks like Courtney is conducting an abstract painting!

Our work here is done.

Of course, I’m sure everything looked perfectly in focus for her as she led our wonderful band and Angels to another fine performance.

Where’s Wooly Waldo?

Look up!

If you’re wondering what happened to that strange, creepy crawler pictured in yesterday’s blog post, here’s an update.

With the emphasis on the “up!”

Snapped in the morning

The puss moth caterpillar has wedged itself into a protected area high above our front porch. Apparently, the asp has formed a cocoon.

Snapped in the afternoon

I’m just glad that we’re all out of harm’s way from this toxic, little critter. Here’s hoping the moth that emerges will be friendlier!

What’s Wooly Waldo?

It looks so fluffy.

Do you know what this is?

When I glanced out my front door’s windows yesterday afternoon, something scooching up the wall caught my eye. You know me . . . first, I grabbed my Nikon dSLR. Then I opened the door and started snapping away.

Bizarre!

My first guess was that this was a fuzzy caterpillar. It was tempting to touch it . . . but ewwwwww! No way was I going near this wooly worm-like creature (glad I wielded a 105mm lens). I had never seen anything like it before.

Are those eyelashes it’s batting at me?

Good thing my fear of creepy, crawly critters made me keep my distance. A Google search identified my visitor as a puss moth caterpillar, also known as an asp. It’s one of the most-toxic caterpillars in North America. Yes, the entire flippin’ continent!

That cute, furry look with the long eyelashes? Just a disguise for a savage, tiny beast that can cause a sting with its brown spine that could have you scurrying for the emergency room.

Holy guacamole!

One-Word Wednesday

Water from the sprinkler beads up on one of our roses.

Droplets!

Where, Oh Where, Is Fall?

Fluffy weeds add bits of pink to the green and brown landscape.

When you grow up in Chicago, fewer things are surer in life than crisp October temperatures, and the leaves changing colors. Like most former northerners in southeast Texas, I dearly miss fall. And having four distinct seasons . . . instead of monstrously hot and I wish it was like this forever (but it never is, and it’s never for long enough).

A few leaves get into the fall spirit.

So while I waited for Mother Nature to finally give the Houston area a break and bring on cooler temperatures (looks like it could happen Friday!), I set out for nearby Imperial Park to see if the predominant green colors were starting to change.

I wish all the leaves looked this pretty.

I discovered that, sadly, not much was different. The park still was mostly green with very few spots of that glorious shade of red signifying that fall is just around the corner.

Want to know something else that was eerily similar?

Our friend Eric makes an easy putt while in the middle of a call to his agent.

That you always can find disc golfers tossing plastic circles into metal baskets . . .

The kid tries to nail his par putt.

. . . no matter what the season!