held prisoner
by the chain-link fence….
poison ivy
1361. prisoner
1360. lift off!
camera shy
not waiting for a perfect shot—
the hawk
Driving home, my eye came alert as something swooped across the road up ahead. It was something big. Slowing down, I scanned the area for a closer look, and then I saw it down on the ground—a red-tailed hawk. Even though my car was stopped, I had a feeling the hawk sensed my presence—but not before I had a chance for a couple of pretty good pictures. “Pretty good” may not be “perfect” but it’s better than no pictures at all! 😘 I was lucky.
1359. quartet
hiking to the creek
tongues, toes, eyes, and fluffy tails….
panting!
Husky quartet! Here they come—mom and her boys (she’s the light, buff-colored husky) hiking through the woods on a sunny summer day, tongues hanging out, tails up—on their way for a dip in the creek to cool off.
1358. every time….
like a flower
blooming in tall summer grasses….
face of a deer
Have you noticed how the grasses in the field are growing taller than ever this year? Sunday morning as I paused to admire the tall summer grasses, a deer quietly appeared and held my gaze. Time after time, although I’ve seen the face of a deer so many times, it’s wondrous every time.
1357. what a sky!
hey, look—
a maxfield parrish sky
wow!
Early last night, I was sitting at the dining room table, reading. The phone rang, it was Dan. As we talked, I looked up and gazed out toward the living room. There was an odd glow to the room. I got up, walked over to the window and looked outside. What a sky! That’s a Maxfield Parrish sky, I said to Dan. (This picture is looking out the back bedroom window.)
Maxfield Parrish was an American painter and illustrator, whose work has been described as vibrant, whimsical, neo-classical. His early works were mostly black-and-white. Later, a magazine wrote, “To behold the work of Maxfield Parish (1870-1966) is to enter into a fantasy world of ethereal beauty.”
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