What goes on, Outside, Over There, in the woods and lake, just beyond the edge of the garden.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Moving on...
Sunday, August 19, 2012
August Still Life
Monday, August 13, 2012
Moose Tracks
| Moose Tracks |
We recorded our walk on an iPhone app. Total length: 2.24 miles. The going was rough, we stopped frequently to "check out" various tracks, and to contemplate a handsome old Oak Tree which had recently snapped off half way up it's trunk. Wish the Moose had walked by my Trail Camera.....
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Video of Late Night Visitor
The deer have become used to the simple still photo action, ...but the light created by the video is a new thing.
I am hoping that the Buck or the Fawn will pass by during the day...
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Young Black Bear
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
The Buck visits at Midnight
Friday, May 25, 2012
The Luna Moth
This is the first live Luna Moth I have ever seen in the wild. There were three of them clinging to a barn door in broad daylight. The next day I saw another. |
YouTube life cycle of the luna Moth
Thursday, May 17, 2012
After the Storm
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
New Trail Camera Up and Running
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| On Alert: A porcupine is nearby. |
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Wild Honeysuckle Blooms in May
| The Fragrant "Swamp Pink" |
This year's image was taken with my iPhone4S.
Swamp-pink
To him who keeps an Orchis' heart –
The swamps are pink with June.
Emily Dickinson
"But with June comes the most exquisite of our New England wild-flowers, the arethuta, or swamp-pink,——The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 5 (1860)
"Swamp Pink . . . they are eagerly sought after, and form a conspicuous part of the decoration of the mantel-piece, in its season, the month of June. The color is commonly a fine pink.——New Book of Flowers (1866)
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Baby Snapping Turtle
Monday, April 23, 2012
April Gold
by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
April's Assault
| THE OLD RED KAYAK AT SUNSET From the Deck on an April Evening Camera: iPhone 4s, using the " 6x6" App. |
Assault
I HAD forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not have ventured forth alone
At dusk along this unfrequented road.
I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, saavage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
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