Photo Journal

Magic of June

In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.

John Steinbeck

Heart of a Rose

nestled within her silky white petals

baby sunbeams reach

with tiny arms and fragile hearts

to their mother

June 5 fallen leaves caught by the petal of a Japanese dogwood blossom

June 7 Eastern Gray Squirrel chewing on a green pine cone

June 8 - A cluster of flowers on the mock orange tree, backlit by the rising sun in the front yard

June 8 - Robin building her nest in an old lilac bush by the driveway

June 10 - Cabbage White Butterfly settles on the wild herbs by the roadside

June 11 Tiny Pine Squirrel ate seeds fallen from the river birch outside the front door

June 12 - a bee sat, unmoving, near the eye of a wooden step

Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.

Al Bernstein

It’s been a quiet week of gardening, resting and getting ready for summer here. Seeing flowers bloom. Watching the little wild things emerge and come looking for food. Walking down to the lake in the early morning. Wandering around the neighborhood. Summer will be here soon with all its busy activity and social commitments, and that will be good too, but for now I’m really soaking up the quiet.

Thank you for letting me share a few of my favorite moments of this week. Hope your week was beautiful too.

June 12 - A rainbow fragment unexpectedly appeared across the lake as I was walking back up the bluff stairs

0possum

… beauty lies even in humble, perhaps ugly things, and the ideal, which bypasses or improves on nature, may not be truly beautiful in the end.

Albrecht Durer

In the tall unmown grass, the little opossum approached my window.

Snuffling and chewing, he ate while I watched, and a tick nibbled on his ear.

His tiny hand-feet almost danced across the lawn as he wandered back into the woods.

Sometimes small things lead to great joys.

Shmuel Yosef Agnon

I had been home for two days after a long road trip. I was a little tired; a little lonely. I was staring out the window in the early morning, when a movement caught my eye. An animal, larger than a squirrel, but smaller than a cat, appeared from under the hemlocks, sauntering across the back lawn. I couldn’t tell what it was at first. It had a shiny grey coat. It had big, beautiful black eyes. Its head was down, nose to the ground, rear end high and it was lightly stepping through the wet grass. At first, I thought it was a woodchuck, but when it came close, I realized it was an opossum. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one so clearly - but then, I never see them in daylight. Usually, I see their shining eyes in the headlights when I come home at night. They always seem creepy and ugly then, sneaking around in the dark. I didn’t know they did that because they see better at night. I didn’t know much really. I didn’t know they can climb trees, using their tails to help grip the branches or keep them from falling. I didn’t know they are not vulnerable to snake venom, so they can prey on poisonous snakes. I didn’t know they eat many garden pests. I didn’t know their back “feet” are more like hands, with opposable thumbs. I didn’t know what good company they could be to a lonely traveler in the early morning. What a blessing.

If you want to learn more about opossums, click here.

Thank you so much for being here.

And later that day, another blessing…a peaceful moment by the lake as the sun dropped through the scattered clouds.

Wild Neighborhood

Any glimpse into the life of an animal quickens our own and makes it so much the larger and better in every way.

John Muir

I’ve had so many animal visitors, and chance encounters right in the neighborhood lately. I try not to move too quickly, and sometimes I get lucky. Hope you enjoy the pictures.

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

James Montgomery

I saw this dove sitting on the fence while I was walking, so pretty against the blue sky. Just as I took the photo, she lifted her wings to fly away. I thought I might have missed her, but I was really lucky.

Mourning Dove

With wind ruffled feathers,

a mourning dove

lands on the lamppost-

singing a gentle,

faraway song.

(listen)

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Mourning Doves like to land on the electrical post in the alley behind my apartment. I love not only to sit and listen to their calls; but to watch as they do it. The entire throat expands - and it almost appears as if the sound comes directly from there; they don’t open their bills. It is the male who makes the long mournful cry; a call to woo a female. Far away and longingly sweet.

On another afternoon, a little squirrel climbed onto the balcony wall, and hesitated… looking at me, then looking away, then moving a little, then looking back…and I did pretty much the same, with my camera. Mutual curiosity.

There are so many big sea birds here; it’s easy to forget the little tree birds; but this bright yellow palm warbler stood out against the concrete stairs in the park when I was walking there.

The iguana on the left is getting pretty bold - it was walking along the balcony wall one afternoon - right behind our planters. The one on the right is a little more cautious - hiding in the palm tree, trying to be inconspicuous.

A white Ibis hops onto the park fence as I pass, another lucky photo. It flew away after I got only this one picture.

Nature surrounds us, from parks and backyards to streets and alleyways. Next time you go out for a walk, tread gently and remember that we are both inhabitants and stewards of nature in our neighbourhoods. ~ David Suzuki

And here’s a little moment of zen. Hope you have a wonderful week. Thank you for being here.