Weekly Photo Challenge: Waiting


The New York City subway experience involves the art of not communicating with strangers in the terminal or on a car. It’s all about waiting for an arrival, for a stop, for a person to move; for a text, for the chance to be someone place else other than on the subway. DSC_0633 - Copy

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Weekly Photo Challege: ” Ooh, Shiny!”


DSC_0751 - CopyLast moth I sat near a butterfly bush at my sister’s backyard in Carbondale, Illinois. It was difficult not to look at the incoming giant black swallowtails flitting around. Here is one of favorite captures. The orange, yellow and blue markings look as though they were painted on.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Wish

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Every  year my beehive “splits,” meaning 15,000 or so honey bees leave to find a new home. This ‘swarm” briefly took up residence in an oak tree about 40 feet from their original home, a four-decker hive in my backyard. In this case I asked another trusted beekeeper to take the bees to another home further from my house–I wished them well, but there is no more room at the inn.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: The Road Taken


I no longer live near one of my favorite “roads” But when I do visit Jockey Hollow National Park, I am always surprised by the vista of a narrow roadway winding past an historic house from the American Revolution days. This time it was the fall colors of the trees that have grown around  the Wick house. In the summer the dense foliage gives the sense of intimacy. And the cold winter snow takes me back some 250 years to the time when General George Washington and his troops camped before crossing the Delaware River and ultimately defeating the British to win independence for the 13 colonies.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: A Good Match

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Monarch butterflies make a brief stopover of a day or two in Carmel each October. They prefer to congregate in great numbers a few miles further north in Pacific Grover before continuing on to Mexico. But it’s nice to see a small group in my neighborhood–a nice match in my book..