Outside the Lines

It may look like I’m taking this picture while standing in the middle of the river, but that’s because the riverbank of solid igneous rock (which takes up more than half of the shot) just happens to resemble the rushing waters.

I often see this in nature; one thing spills over into another. Perhaps Mother Nature is getting a little careless in her old age.

boundaries get blurred

whenever mother nature

paints outside the lines

–Photo by me

Shot of the Day

Slowly, the massive, battle-scarred buck

Steps out of the woods and into my range.

It’s rutting season now, and his neck is

Grossly swollen with the thick muscles

He’s acquired by rubbing and scraping

His antlers on everything he runs into.

This one is a real scrapper, for sure,

All jacked up on male testosterone

And ready to do battle if necessary.

I line up my sights and take aim.

He hears the click and bounds away,

But it’s already too late–

I got my Shot of the Day.

–Photo by me

Shot of the Day 11/6/23

I’ve been seeing a lot of trumpeter swans heading south lately. They fly in the same V formation as geese, but they don’t make that terrible racket that geese are notorious for. They’re more graceful in their flight and more gracious in their departure.

trumpeter swans

take to the sky

i wish them well

as they fly by

and in return

they wave goodbye

–photo by me