Photographs from a Bloy in Wisconsin
I spent a frustrating 20 minutes following this common whitetail skimmer dragonfly as they buzzed around, trying to get a decent photo or two. Yet another time when nature is trying to teach me to have more patience. Maybe someday, that lesson will finally sink in.
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I came across this plant while on a hike. I’m not sure what kind it is, but the blossoms that are growing on it reminded me of those coronavirus stock pictures they keep showing on the news. Even out in nature, my brain finds reminders of the pandemic. [eye-roll]
Update: One of my friends told me this plant is a Rattlesnake Master.
With everything that’s been going on in the world lately, it really helps to take some time to notice the beauty that’s also with us. Last night, I did that by admiring the full moon for a while.
Since I’ve been working from home for almost two weeks now, I’m trying to get out of the house everyday. At the very least, that means a good walk around the neighborhood. When I was out today and saw these pussy willows in the process of emerging, I thought of them as a metaphor for our current situation.
Right now, most of us are in a social distancing “winter.” Someday that season will end, we will emerge from semi-isolation, and live our normal lives again. Until then, we have this pussy willow to help us remember it will not be forever.
Sometimes the texture of the leaves is only revealed when the light is just right. I suppose the lesson is, you need to wait for the light if you want the truth to be illuminated.
A little snow on the ground, and breakfast at Madison’s Jet Room restaurant has me dreaming of flying off to warm, exotic places.
It’s been pretty dark and dreary in Madison for a while now. The lack of sunshine, and the fact that I haven’t spent much time out in nature lately has a definite affect on my psyche. As a small antidote, I was looking at some early autumn pictures I took recently, when clouds weren’t dominating the sky.
The lesson that I need to get outside on a regular basis, no matter the weather, is not new. It’s funny though, how often I need to remind myself of it.
A delicate wildflower, growing out of a crack in the limestone along Lake Michigan. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere…
Some days, just floating along and ending up wherever the water takes me, sounds pretty good.
The February doldrums have me looking at a photo I took a few weeks ago, and dreaming of far off destinations. Traveling by rail, of course.