I waited an hour for the light to be right on the distant hills just after sunset. When the clouds moved in to fill the upper frame, I had my shot.
A mob of monarch butterflies were indulging in the garden. Here a female dips her proboscis into the ultraviolet buddleia, also known as a butterfly bush. It’s handy to bring your own straw to a drinking party.
Bird life has been absent for a while from this neighborhood pond, and I was starting to worry there wouldn’t be any. Then the wood ducks arrived and this majestic blue heron appeared. I’m glad I was ready to capture the takeoff.
This pair of mourning doves have taken up residence outside my window. Mom, below, is looking puffy. We all know what that means. Dad is keeping a watchful eye above.
It must have been Papa Bear foraging for the first time in the season, judging by the size of the footprints. The tracks are what he left behind across my backyard and down the hill to the neighbors.
The same scene in color and then in black-and-white — one closer, one pulled back — convey very different moods. I always find black-and-white more expressive. How about you? For another view, check out Susan Reinberg’s post of the photo she made at the same spot.
I was drawn to the weaving back and forth of the fence line and the tall grasses trapped inside. The fence seemed to go on forever, fading into the distance.
The sun breaking through made me stop at this familiar spot to capture, yet again, an eloquent image of winter.
The bins of miniature pumpkins and mixed gourds framed the doorway at the shop at March Farms and inspired these photos of Autumn color.