driving home from the mountains on a rainy day the clouds to the east looked like they were on fire as the sun set. oddly enough it was almost boring to the west. this picture was taken as we were driving at highway speeds. i was very pleased with the results as it captured the look of the sky on fire.
the tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
in the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake. 1757–1827
spotty peacock
kind of a traditional shot, but i like the polkadot look of the tail, and how well he blends in with the spring colors.
more peacocks
peacocks really are the most amazing birds. they look so regal and arrogant, but i think they need a bunch of little bird pages to follow them around and keep their tails from dragging in the dirt.
blowing kisses
noni and beezie blow kisses to their friends. they’ve been exploring the garden and beezie found a bee-yu-ti-ful flower. don’t let her demure look fool you, i had to bribe her to wear a dress and even then she adamantly refused to take off her goggles!
digory’s skateboard goes everywhere
digory loves his skateboard so much he takes it everywhere. we dragged it up the mountain on our hike and he tried to ride it on the rocks. rather a bumpy ride i think, but he didn’t care.
indian paintbrush
unlike so many wildflowers which are somewhat quiet and unassuming compared to garden flowers, the indian paintbrush is a very flamboyant plant
aint nothin’ gonna stop us now
i love the idea of something so delicate growing amid the rocks. instead of being overwhelmed by the hardships, it finds a way through and out into the sunlight, much sturdier for the effort than our pampered garden plants, whose every whim is catered to.
digory had to go in for a closer look too