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Nature’s Surprises

A fly enjoys some purply goodness.

A fly enjoys some purply goodness.

Sometimes it’s easy to see nature’s freeloaders while I’m snapping away at wildflowers.



As I get up close and personal with my Nikon 105mm macro lens, insects often come into focus along with the flora.

I didn’t notice the little antennas until I edited this photo on my iMac.

I didn’t notice the little antennas until I edited this photo on my iMac.

Other times the vagrant varmints show up as I work in Photoshop in the comfort of my home office. I wonder how I could’ve missed them while I was in the thick grass.

Not all of nature’s winks, though, are actually on flowers. Last Saturday as I was about to lean over to take a bluebonnet photo, something odd “hoppened” that was kinda “hare-owing” (somebody stop me!):

Bye, bye, bunny!

Bye, bye, bunny!

Quick as a bunny . . . because it was one . . . this critter near me shot out and scurried down the walking path. Got my heart to racing like Danica Patrick at Daytona.

Mental note: When it comes to nature photography, be careful of busy bees and rascally rabbits!

Just Can’t Stop Believing

Ready for takeoff.

Once you take that leap of faith . . . .

Here we go!

Anything is possible!

Looking for a place to land.

No matter who . . . or what . . .

Make room!

You are!

Grateful for Normalcy

The early-morning sun warms the water. (All photos snapped with my iPhone 4S.)

It’s easy to feel gratitude when you’re out walking or running, especially early in the morning.

This double reflection looks like I used a sepia filter (but I didn’t).

Something about being ambulatory among the birds and flowers gives you that “glad I’m alive!” feeling. Only the possible threat of calls to the police stops old off-key me from joining in with the songs I’m listening to on my iPod Shuffle (that and the fact that I would need an oxygen tank as I lumber along).

What a beautiful rose!

While I was jogging through an eight-miler last Saturday, my heart was filled with gladness. My precious younger son made it through all four days of high school! He finished homework every night and didn’t complain at all when I dropped him off every morning and when I picked him up each afternoon.

This morning he returned for his second week, again without a whimper. Could anyone feel more grateful than I do right now?

People aren’t the only ones who love roses.

Maybe so!

Low Flyers

A blue dragonfly rests for awhile.

Remember that old, overgrown former golf course I wrote about last week? The one where nature mixes with disc golf?

A red dragonfly finds a nice perch.

I returned there last Saturday for yet another disc golf tournament. And, once again, I concentrated more on flying nature than flying discs (although I did watch my head) with my Nikon 105mm macro lens.

Red and blue share quality time.

And this was my reward! I focused my photographic efforts around one of the few lakes that still contains water. With dragonflies buzzing all around, two 0f them—one red and the other blue—thoroughly entertained me by actually stopping to rest on the few plants growing out of the moisture.

A red dragonfly sails through the air.

I even made the above lucky capture (first time I had snagged a d-fly airborne) my photo of the day!

A skipper spreads its wings.

But the dragonflies weren’t the only low flyers having fun in the sunshine.

Skippers look like miniature butterflies.

Delicate, little skippers danced and played in the grass. They don’t soar as high as butterflies, but they still seem to enjoy their low flights.

A fly perches on the Mister’s hat, which was in his golf cart.

Then there was this guy. Funny how he has “fly” in his name yet no one thinks he’s as cute as those with “dragon” added on. As we’re ooohing and aaahing over the graceful dragonflies, we’re swatting this pesky fella.

But he’s also a part of the low-flying acrobats I photographed close to the lake. I could’ve added a shot of a mosquito, too, but I was too busy trying to end their lives before they could bite me, successfully turning their low flying into no flying.

Creepy, Crawly Caterpillar

I spy a fly!

While looking at our paltry back landscaping with Nikon D700 and Nikon 105mm macro lens in hand, I spied a fly on a shrub’s leaf. Pretty ho-hum except for the emerald -green coloring.

The fuzzy express

But then, hello! Something fuzzy was hiding within the shrub.

Small but mighty

It was a cute, little caterpillar!

Moving right along

I love looking at and photographing butterflies. Of course, I know they’re caterpillars first, but I don’t think I’ve ever snapped pix of the fuzzy larva before.

The caterpillar hangs around.

Now I have! Wonder how it will look when it’s a butterfly . . . er, moth. Will I be able to take its photo, too? Will I even know which one it is?

Where are name tags when you need them!

Update: Super butterfly-identifier Brant thinks this is a webworm caterpillar; these change into moths.