This is not in the same league as Nessie or Bigfoot, but as I was attempting to photograph a lady bug on Queen’s Anne lace yesterday, a honey bee arrived to steal the show. A bit of online research reveals that bees seldom visit a plant that is—according to the US Department of Agriculture—a noxious weed.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen. — Francois de la Rochefoucauld
Does a moment of genuine peace ever seem rare?
In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule. —Friedrich Nietzsche
The humming and buzzing of pollinators has fled from our garden, leaving the dry rustling notes of August behind. Bee balm was the last flower for the butterflies and bumble bees and hummingbirds, and now it’s letting its hair down, another cycle complete, the chaos of its form still inviting. From everyone who visited it, including this photographer, our kindest regards.
Silent gratitude isn’t very much to anyone. —Gertrude Stein
I could have chosen any of my favorite locations in Oregon as my happy place, or a footpath in England, or the wondrous rock landscapes of the American Southwest, or…
But I selected these pictures from Yellowstone, which is the oldest of these many places I’m fortunate to have, and also the dearest, as it was the first long trip I made with my wife (she’d also claim it as a happy place). It’s a landscape like no other, where nature and imagination create memories and images side-by-side.
Of course, given only one place, that would be home, where everything begins.
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner. —Colette