Monday, August 8, 2016


Last Friday, in spite of having that very morning posted a heartfelt whine about how uncomfortable I'd been and how much I disliked the recent heatwave, I decided to take a ramble and make a few photos.

No joke! Middle of the day, sun a'blazing, temperature pushing ninety, not a cloud in the sky or a breath of breeze stirring…and I set off to visit a nearby prairie. A stifling, wide open field of grass and weeds and waist-high wildflowers, where, on a bright August day, the merciless sun beats down on you like a sledgehammer!

Yup, it sounded like a masochistic whim even to me!

I did it anyway—no doubt a telling factor in regards to my already questionable sanity. What's more, I had a pretty good time, in a sweat-drenched, near-smothered, shake-and-bake sort of way. And I'll share some of the photos during the next week or so, starting with this pearl crescent butterfly atop what I think is a really scraggly ox-eye bloom.

Moreover, in retrospect I suppose there was some sort of lesson to be learned from my outing…though that might simply be a delusion resulting from early-stage heatstroke.



Gail said...

Hi Grizz- the photo is stunning and I appreciate it even more knowing how you suffered in the heat to take it :-)
Love Gail

Grizz………… said...


A writing day for me, so I'm slow getting around to answering.

Yeah, I "suffered" if that's the right word for baking my decrepit body, dripping sweat by the buckets, breathing weed dust, getting burrs on my shorts, tee, and sneaker strings, and being too thirsty to spit until I stumbled back to the truck and drank several bottles of water. But…I had a good time. So the price was worth it.