Late summer drones on for me...the girls are back to school, but the bird action (now that I have some time to get out and watch them) is still quiet. Babies are grown, the fall exodus not yet begun....
I take what I can get, though. Small moments of magic.
I found a flower whose stamens are minuscule Pixie Stix.
(Please click on this to see it larger...)
Glowing Morning Glory.
Did not know an inchworm was also noodling his way through the thistle blooms alongside the skipper.
(This skipper was the size of a quarter.)
A delicate, tiny white flower in the underbrush...
So small and fragile-looking, I held my breath as I took its picture.
Watched water striders' shadows chase them under the water.
I found water so clear, it held the sky inside.
Just the right patch of shade gave me a star.
Stumbled across a bird finally, a solitary sandpiper eating a small fish.
A small moment that was huge for me....
I've always wanted to see this. A damselfly freshly emerged from its nymph skin.
Zero defining marks. Just opalescent translucence.
I've never held a dragonfly or damselfly. They are too smart, too fast for that. I've always wanted to, but never had the chance.
And then he climbed onto my fingernail.