Green Eyed Lady. Lovely Lady.
Clouds spilling over the crest of the Sandias.
Gary Grasshopper listening to a course on the New Testament while riding to and from work with me.
The Beetle is singing “I love you! Yah! Yah! Yah!”
View from the Rio Grande looking south.
Our lovely green eyed lady again.
A Crab Spider caught a Pearl Crescent butterfly.
Gary Grasshopper enjoying being ran through the gears
The sunset looking east.
The sun trying to break through the clouds in the west.
Gary, the green Dragonfly, is a big fan of The Fabulous Flee-Rakkers’ “Green Jeans“.
Bob, the blue Dragonfly, is a big fan of Eiffel 65’s “Blue (Da Ba Dee)“.
Bartholomew the Bee Assassin Bug is a fan of The Fools’ “Psycho Chicken“.
Larry the Large Wasp likes Black Sabbath’s “W.A.S.P.“
Intermission: The Shasta Daisies like Eric Heatherly’s version of “Flowers On The Wall“.
Darlene Damselfly: “Ciao Paparazzo! I like Lady Gaga’s “Paparazzi“.
Chubby Checkered Beetle all covered in pollen and thinking about “The Fly“.
Meet Wilma Wasp, a Toltec Scoliid (Dielis tolteca) that is native to the southwest. I normally only see the butts of Toltec Scoliids sticking out of the trumpet-shaped flowers of the Chitalpa tree. However, this afternoon, Wilma Wasp was really working the Shasta Daisies totally ignoring my phone camera just inches away from her.
We have an old Peace Rose out on the east 40 that I wasn’t sure was going to make it since it only gets water from the irrigation ditch. I noticed it was really rallying this afternoon. That remote bed, which has Color Magic, three other roses and a Dr. Huey are all rallying the best they can. I bought more soaker hoses this morning, so I cut a lot of dead canes out of the roses, and wrapped a soaker hose around all the roses in the remote bed this afternoon. I stretched a long hose over to them, and gave them a good long soak. We should be seeing a lot more fine roses from that bed as the hot, dray dog, cat, gopher and squirrel days of summer drag on.
When the assassin bug on one of the Peace Roses saw the Bazooka pointing at him, he raised his little bug arms and said “Don’t Shoot!” before I shot him. After his initial shock of staring down the barrel of the Bazooka, he took flight and buzzed me as he flew by.
Spunk is really getting into orchiding.
Crows hanging on in the wind.
Sleepy, with Mona Lisa behind him, trying to duck out of the wind. Major Tom Peepers has flown to another tree.
A fly on Taboo.
Tabatha Towhee was scratching around in the leaves a few feet in front of me getting some grub at sunset.
She had a real beak full before she flew off. I presume she is feeding wee tiny towhees close by.
Owlets backlit with Sleepy and Mona Lisa back in the hole.
Copper and white iris
Mama Owl catching a catnap while waiting for Daddy Owl to bring dinner.
The rose that took over. It’s a free, free-range rose that is freely ranging over the arch and fence next to where I park my car.
North view last night
Another birthday. Thankful to celebrate after all that’s passed.
Await the storm. A promise of rain. A promise of snow. Perfect present for dry times.
Wasp searches. Bee behind.
Birds look to the sky. Anticipation.
Candles out. Wishes made.
Gweddïo Mantis
Gweddïo Mantis is Praying Mantis in Welsh. I’ve been studying Welsh of late.
Crucified
A hummingbird was hovering above me going through its yoga positions while I was out walking on the levee. The specks in the images are swarms of gnats or little flies that the hummingbird is feeding on.
Backstroke Bob
Treading air
Freefall Freddie
Leftward list
The crawfish
Crucified arch
Backstretch air tread
Front stretch air tread
Flutter me, Freddie
Look, mama! No Wings!
Off Center & Not Even 