a weekend voyuer

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a groundhog sits 'mong 
tall green grasses, mountainside
a weekend voyeur

Saturday my daughter and I ran some errands in town. During which time we past a local pizza joint. When I looked out the window I saw this groundhog nosing around the mountainside. Once we got turned around I didn't see him anymore and thought I had just imagined seeing the groundhog, until... I saw movement again. Sadly my camera settings weren't set on the best setting to capture the moment and what came out was an underexposed picture. The SUV's movement didn't help either... but, I wanted to share him with you anyway as I thought it odd he was on the mountain instead of lower ground. 


Later, red-orange blushed the evening sky as geese flew into the sunset breaking v formation only once to reform. It was a great way to end the day.   

a long, heavy reed

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a long, heavy reed
adumbrates still pond water
almost touching water's reflective surface
with a sun-sterilized tip,
its elongated limb of green
abstains from causing ripples.

a long, heavy reed
bent from its own weight,
bows its head in prayer
inciting a choir of afternoon frogs
to chorus along peripheral banks,
this, an earthen halo.

Mayfly

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You had your feet on four different foot holds this morning navigating your way across jagged terrain. You were exercising your upper and lower body strength giving your translucent wings a rest. From the other side of the mountain I saw your efforts. They were playing out across my grey eyes like a silent film. No words to express your journey only a mindfulness of your duty. I am unable to trek with you so I document your climb with vigor. Seven hours without food or water along this barren desert of screen wire and no companion except for myself. Suddenly, effortlessly you are gone without a forwarding address.

Doe

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Before this doe was seeking cover she was standing roadside just a few feet away from the shoulder eating some grass. Initially we had passed her and found she'd stayed in the same spot when we returned. I guess she wasn't startled because of all the cars passing along the highway. When we pulled to the shoulder I stood up through my sunroof and took an underexposed picture with my telephoto lens... I didn't have time to exchange for the proper lens with evening light dissipating into night. I had to shoot quick. 

Monarch Butterfly

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male monarch butterfly: open winged

male monarch butterfly: closed wings

A Single Cricket

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Yesterday we pulled two chairs in front of an opened back door to watch this.  During that time my daughter looked down at the deck floor and saw a single cricket. Naturally I was taking pictures of the other commotion when I trained my eye on this tiny creature. At first I thought this was a grasshopper but the differences between the eyes and antenna's were significant enough for me to call him a cricket. I think he's a young one too. When he began hopping away I followed him across the deck with my camera as close as I dared for fear of him jumping on me and watched him leap from the deck in one single bound. The picture below was another favorite from this series as he seemed to be watching my closely.

Willow

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Mourning willow
Your tepid tears
Stain the earth
While tranquil clouds
Pass the threadbare field
Bestowing nature's sunlight
Upon your
Familiar weeping skin
Unburden your salty leaves
Evermore bathed in
Friendless sanction
A solitary forest
Without foreign tongued dialect
Playing on the edge of weighted consciousness
A season in repose.

My poem is an old one made from an online magnetic poetry kit. The willow/ pond is something I pass on my way to town. The picture and poem were borrowed from my first blog in order to share an update about the willow.

About a week and a half ago we had a severe storm pass through. It wasn't until the next day that hubby went to work and seen the willow had been felled by a lightning strike or blown by heavy winds.  

Three Grackles

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I took this picture back in mid July through my living room window, window screen and some rain. Spruced up with photoshop and voila, three grackles. I think these birds are somewhat scary when you look at them to long. And, I think they're bullies of the smaller birds that come to feed at my feeder. They're foraging for the fallen seeds on this particular day and don't seem to know I'm taking their picture from inside my home. Coastcard, this picture is for you as you'd asked to see what they looked like.

On a different note, I'd like to say my private blog is a work in progress but you're more than welcome to come visit anytime. I'll just need to send you a password for your viewing pleasure. For those of you who are faithful followers of Naquillity I'd like to say I'm sorry for any confusion I may have caused you. Seems I've led some to believe Naquillity will be abandoned for the private blog. No worries, I'll still be blogging here at Naquillity. The new blog is to get to know me and my family on a personal basis. Thanks to those who've already signed into the new blog and left their comments. I've enjoyed reading them.

Tiger Swallowtail

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A rare spectacle took my eyes hostage as I looked outside my window.  There were four butterflies fluttering around during a brief thunderstorm. Usually I only see one or two butterflies in a summer, not four in a day. They continued to flutter above a mud puddle giving me time to grab my camera. When I stepped outside into the on again, off again rain this tiger swallowtail was the only one braving the elements. The others had flown away. If you look closely enough you'll see that the picture below reveals some raindrops atop the swallowtail's body. It seemed  to be enjoying a cool evening after all the heat we'd endured.


Rushing winds couldn't keep this swallowtail from taking flight over the barbed wire fence, across the open field and out of my sight. This tiny specimen seemed to float away into the distance, untethered.

Mateo

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Yesterday morning I was able to capture this great photo of our dog while he was outside. I took it through our front window. Just after taking this picture he moved from his spot and hid out of sight from my camera. I've never seen a dog so scared to have his picture taken.

Sparrows

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Seven sparrows in my front yard the other morning. They're foraging for the fallen seeds from the bird feeder. I love when they come to visit and get a bite before the grackles appear and scare them away. Those grackles can be bullies. What birds visit your bird feeder?

Grey... again

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Two weeks ago I mentioned creating a new blog to replace the locked posts here at Naquillity. After fixing the locked posts I decided against the idea. But, two days ago a pang took hold of me and would not release me from its grip. So, I went back behind closed doors to prepare my private haven for its invited friends. No electric card readers needed to pass the locked doors only a one time sign in password given to those faithful readers/ commenters who comment below. Pass any questions or inquiries along to naquillity at blogspot dot com. I will need your email address if I don't already have it in order to send the password along. And, it will be sent through a different email account than my current one. Follow the grey... link beneath the header to find your way. Hope to see you there.

Turkey Vultures

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Charred Treasures

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We foraged through ashes and found small treasures waiting for our prying hands to deliver them from the blackness. We found a clear Christmas bulb and a charred hand- a broken statue of sorts. We're left to wonder why some things are treasured and others are burned, forgotten.  Naquillity, Yesterday 

Here's a slideshow of those charred treasures:

Great Blue Skimmer

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I've made my way through Queen Anne's Lace (wild carrots) to pond's edge where sweat bees sting my legs with great persistence. I watch as frogs jump across the water's surface like a skipping stone before they disappear into darkness. The sun's beading down on my head when I see a great blue skimmer perched on a reed. He submits himself to the sun and surrounding quietness for only a moment before flitting off to another reed.

Note: Image is sooc (straight out of camera) with the exception of some cropping.

Hawk

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Early this morning we were on our way home from town when I looked over to see this hawk. Originally he was on the ground and I, of course, didn't have my camera.  We sped home grabbed the camera to find the hawk still enjoying something upon our return. We managed to get turned around so that I was positioned for the picture taking when a dragonfly or damselfly flew inside our car.  Undetoured I snapped the picture.

I think this is my best shot, so far, of a hawk. I haven't played with this image in Photoshop yet but would like to see if I can take that leaf away from his face so you can see it a bit better. But, that will be for another day as I'm tired right now and getting ready for bed. Good night~

Yesterday

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Yesterday my daughter and I went riding around on country roads we'd never been on before. We saw turkey vultures in freshly cut fields and a red fox in another field which was grown up. We saw sunflowers growing in gardens and alongside a stream. Some were healthy and others were weak, dying.

We foraged through ashes and found small treasures waiting for our prying hands to deliver them from the blackness. We found a clear Christmas bulb and a charred hand- a broken statue of sorts. We're left to wonder why some things are treasured and others are burned, forgotten.

Yesterday I was reminded of how precious each of you are. How your comments make my day a little brighter and make me :) Thank you all for being close by when I've needed a friend. Thank you for being patient when I've been restless. You've all carried me through without complaint and I wanted to let you know I appreciated everything.

Yesterday I read that Paul Squires (a blogger & poet) died July 28th at the age of 46. Though I didn't know him as well as some of you it struck me quite hard. He was to young to die. His death made me realize that blogging can be fun and sad at once. The journey each of you take me on makes my heart swell and the thought of losing another blogging friend is almost to much to bare. To each of my blogging friends... take care.

Paul... may your next journey be as great as the one you left behind. Rest in peace.