We had several thunderstorms move through yesterday, including a heavy hailstorm. When I got home, Laurie told me the pink peony had bloomed and ask me to go out and see if the flowers survived the hailstorm. Many of the blooms were a little beaten down, but they survived the storm. I couldn’t resist photographing the wet roses while I was out, and I ended up pretty wet myself.
We went to a talk by Jane Butel on the culinary history of the Rio Grande Valley in the Old San Ysidro Church in Corrales.
Laurie called me out to photograph this very large jumping spider that was hanging out on a deckchair’s cushion. We suspect she’s pregnant. She was difficult to photograph in the low light because she didn’t want to hold still. Although she did stop and stare into the lens a couple of times with a questioning look on her face.
Born to be wild, this woman is one easy rider.
René was out in a jungly part of the catio checking things out from his high perch.
Even with frost damage and aphids, our roses are looking pretty good.
Nothing like a few drive-by’s at the end of a busy day.
The trouble with this Hairy Woodpecker is that it gets on the very top of this telephone pole, which is still a little out of reach of my 200 mm lens to get a super clear shot.
Rosencrantz’ extended claws express how I feel right now about the shipping company that destroyed my pass through portal enclosure walk through cylindrical revolving darkroom door.
Off Center & Not Even 