This is one of those "others" in the title. Mutti brought us this enormous cocoon and we hatched it in our old frog tank. The poor thing was limp and weak and I do doubt that it survived, but there was something beautiful about its frailty.
We found this guy in a tree one day. I was fascinated, but a certain matriarchal authority (I think that sounds more imposing than "mom") would not allow me to get any closer. This would be the enmity thang.
The loveliness of all the snakey coils...I've got chills.
Heads or tails?
The spirit of our garden: one in which the weeds grow so much more heartily than the flowers that we feel compelled to take pictures of their (the weeds') great beauty before we pull them.
Sunset.
Sunrise.
The essence of Fall: smudged with dead leaves and broken sticks.
So I've been in love with the way the light hits these trees in the morning pretty much since we moved here...
...which might be why I can't resist taking picture after picture...
...and sometimes you just have to step back to get another, bigger picture.
These last ones (sunrise and light on trees) were taken this morning, in case anyone's wondering. It's been a while since I went about with a coat over my pajamas and took sunrise pictures, but I resumed the habit this morning with much delight.
Love this road...with its badly-done city-commissioned patchwork and funny grooves and the way it practically melts and squishes under the feet in summer... best road in the world...but it doesn't go ever on and on; that's why there's a sign in front of our neighborhood saying "DEAD END." That means that the road isn't going to go on forever--in fact, the end is very, very near.
Like this.
DEAD END.
...only I'm talking about a post, not a road.
Nice pictures! Me like.
May I comment?
Butterflies are limp and weak when they first come out of the cocoon. Maybe the moth did make it.
(Probably the snake was okay, but I can't tell for sure....)
Lovely photos. Wish I lived in the country.
I wouldn't get any closer to that snake, either. :P