Pokeweed raceme stalk, upon which
the white flowers, and later
the purple berries, grow.
Myladylove says I'm too easily distracted by beauty.
River rock near cottage.
Generally when she says this, she does so with an affectionate, if somewhat resigned, smile. The comment usually comes when we're working on some small task outside, and I've just happened to glance around and noticed a bird or bug, or a particular cast of fleeting light upon a bit of riverside landscape…and decide to make a dash for the camera.
Hummingbird on canna lily.
(Pix NOT take through window this time!)
Should her long-suffering indulgence of my photo-fickle ways have temporarily worn a bit thin—sometimes the case when we've been working together several hours and I've spotted a dozen or more subjects requiring my immediate photographic attention—I can usually get back in her good graces by replying: "I am indeed distracted by beauty…which is why I'm always so attracted to you!"
Cabbage white butterfly on sedum.
(Yes, she knows what I'm glibly up to—but I say it with such honest sincerity that she just can't help succumbing. The truth shall set you free…)
Some sort of bee or fly on a fancy marigold.
(No, I didn't key it down…my laziness gene got the better of me.)
Yard chores and a graveled walkway were the outdoor work which occupied us throughout most of the recent extended holiday weekend and Myladylove's subsequent day off. For once the weather cooperated; fair skies and cooler temperatures made our sweat-heavy labor, uh, less sweatily laborious. That same nice weather also provided ample impromptu photo ops…and concurrently revealed the genuine depth of Myladylove's devotion to her hopelessly incorrigible mate.
Young goldfinch on another canna lily…
again, shot plein-air and
not poached through the study window.
What you see here are the results of those recent brief desertions.
Silver-spotted skipper, looking a bit worse for wear,
on another sedum.
Beauty is always worth pausing to savor…
Bluejay feather on hackberry stump.
…even Myladylove agrees!
Morning glories by the back door.