The egg sandwich I made for breakfast seemed particularly worthy of a photo. Mama Manx was walking around the yard like a kitty queen, and the answer to our morning congestion was all the smoke in the air from people burning their fireplaces (haze in last photo).
I was messing around with the telephoto on Laurie’s camera, and got this shot of Guildenstern lounging on Laurie’s legs from across the deck.
Vineyards with Mont St Victoire in the background. Aix-en-Provence, France, May 2013.
These may actually be “toadstools”, but since we’ve had all the rain, our yard is bursting with a variety of fungi. I find the blue mushrooms especially interesting and beautiful with their feathery texture and curled edges.
Views of the yard through tiny rain drops.
I got up close and personal with a ladybug after going out to check the water level in the Rio Grande at 7:30 am. The river was back to normal with no indication that the water got higher than in was in my photos from yesterday’s blog. I was going to go out and see what the water level in the river was when I woke up at 2:00 am, but it was pouring rain, so I stayed in bed. We got another 3/4 inch of rain over night giving us a total of 9 inches for the year.
The white flower was blooming on the levee in the early morning and the rain drops on the roses where like viewing the world through tiny crystal balls with my macro lens.
While this storm reportedly dumped 1/2 inch of rain on the NE Heights Tuesday afternoon, and while it looked impressive from our yard, it turned out to be much ado about nothing as it dissipated before it got to us and we got no rain out of it.
This Painted Lady butterfly was so taken with our purple butterfly bush that she let me get really up close and personal with my macro lens.
Our yard has gone from a parched desert in the beginning of July, when we had less than 9/10 for an inch of rain for the entire first half of 2013, to a colorful jungle since we have received over 6 inches of rain since the beginning of July. I took the photos just after sunrise, before I spent the day pulling morning glories off of rose bushes and other plants, clearing paths, laying cardboard on the paths and spreading mulch on the cardboard. It’s still a jungle out there, but at least we don’t need a machete to cut our way from one end of the garden to the other.
René was hanging out in a rose bush in front a a fan we use to filter the sun. The scene had a Japanese look to it.
Off Center & Not Even 