This image falls into a case of what the heck am I looking at. It looks to me like an image taken far above the earth. But it is just a three foot section of the waters edge at our local small lake at Waterloo park in Denison TX.
It was taken a couple of days ago after two days of fairly heavy rainfall. I am sure it is some sort of chemical run off into the water. I am of the mind that I probably do not want to know what it is.
It just re-enforces the notion that some days I feel like I do not know what the heck I am looking at or what I am looking for. Furthermore, I probably won’t recognize it when I see it! monos en theos…†…jim
God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, or sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
If you follow Anne Lamott, most of all our prayer fall into one of three categories: HELP, THANKS & WOW!
I think this one feel in the midst of the last two. From north of the livestock barn on Tuesday eve. Now on Wednesday, not a wink of sunshine. THANKS for the rain though.
Pray up ††† en theos ††† jimwork
I don’t mean to complain, but I have a hard time when our weather turns cloudy and yes, dreary for more than a day. I don’t think a person moves to the desert to find overcast days. Anywho it was a welcome respite when the glorious West Texas sun reappeared yesterday afternoon. We have had some in the 40 degree nights, leaves are turning and falling and I know that my subjects for my macro world will slowly but surely reduce. I guess they live here for the same reason as me.
My camo colored praying mantis ( I have named him Parson) was out enjoying the sunshine and preying on edible passersby. He accommodated me as I donned my 105 macro with 1.4 extender and settled to with in 3-4 inches for a nice closeup.
Oh it feels so good to be green and live at least one-half of the old national park signs: “Take only photographs and leave only footprints!” Now, to work on getting rid of that huge footprint we have left.
Peaceout ††† en theos ††† jimwork john 10:10
As we walk around the streets of T or C NM, we hear conversations all about the heavy rains and flooding that was here just last week. We see buildings with sandbags still piled against door bottoms to keep out the water as it rushed down normally arid lanes. Just as the conversation fades, so goes the rain. The Rio runs not so Grande and the water has mostly dried to cracking mud along the curbs.
Life is such a balancing act. Learning to live with the highs and the lows, somehow trying to find the comfort of the middle ground.
Enjoy where you are, and what you have today. It will most likely be more or less than you want. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
In my efforts to achieve perfection (insert sarcastic laugh), I often carry a little spray bottle of water to apply the beauty of the seldom seen west Texas dew.
It never really looks quite right. I try to convince myself that it is an improvement, but that is a lie. It really just looks like a plant that someone has used a water bottle to soak it beyond His touch.
Yesterday, while walking in an unusually cool and damp morning, I found this simple blade of johnson grass with two perfectly placed, gravity defying magical balls put there by Him.
It was almost a reminder from my Father that I am here to find, see and record. He seemed to be saying, “Watch Me son this is how it’s done.”
Enjoy all that you find, see and record today, but mostly feel His touch. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
“…the true secret of happiness lies in the taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life…”
– William Morris
We had a healthy amount of rain yesterday and I was excited to see what new growth we would find on our evening walk. My dogs passed right over this beautiful creature that was basking in the waning warmth of the asphalt. Having never seen this species, I gathered him up and brought him home for a proper portrait.
He was a small fellow about 12-14 inches long. Extremely docile little guy who curled comfortably amongst my fingers. His underbelly ran from orange under the head to red at the tail. He posed very nicely and then I released him amongst the four o’clocks.
The small, secretive red-bellied snake (Storeria occipitomaculata) is a distinctive reptile which gains its common name from the crimson-red underside which occurs in most individuals. However, the underparts of this species are known to vary between bright red and yellow .
The upper-parts of the red-bellied snake are also variable and can be grey, brown, red-brown or black with a light, wide stripe which extends along the length of the back . Four narrower stripes may occasionally be present on the backs of some individuals.
The range of the red-bellied snake extends across eastern North America, from southern Canada in the north to Florida and Texas in the south, including Oklahoma, Kansas and North and South Dakota. The red-bellied snake inhabits areas of deciduous or mixed woodland, as well as meadows, marshes, pastures, swamp edges and prairies , where it shelters under rocks, logs or leaf litter on the ground. Within these habitats this species is generally found in moist areas although it also inhabits dry areas such as rocky hills.
May you find something new as you travel an old route. ††† en theos ††† jim work