Archive for July, 2010

Mr. Finch has a birds-eye view of home plate from his perch on the backstop.  Strike three!  You’re out!

A legacy of days when the creek was swollen with rain, a tree stands tall — its roots exposed — and guards the water flowing by.

I was so delighted by watching the ripples in the puddle reflection of the tree above, that I found myself caught in the downpour that followed.

“Glory be to God for dappled things, for skies of couple-color as a brindled cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim.”

– Gerard Manley Hopkins

On the highest branch of the highest tree, Mr. Crow calls out the warning — intruder alert!

“Chickery chick, cha-la, cha-la
Check-a-la romey in a bananika
Bollika, wollika, can’t you see
Chickery chick is me?”

– As sung by Sammy Kaye and My Dad c. 1955

Mr. Cardinal pauses for sentry duty between trips to feed his mate — more hatchlings on the way!

Clouds radiate upward like smoke born of the explosion of the sun as it crests the horizon.

A giant maple seems to burn in the intense rays of the morning sun.

A double rainbow arcs above the lingering storm clouds and contains their smoky remnants with its color.