When the wind blows at Long Beach WA, dune grass is stirred. The tips tap against the ever-shifting sands – creating a pattern – forever in flux.
Fellow WordPress blogger theoutershores, identified the sand critter that makes squiggles appear above ground, as it forages just below the surface. Thank you minustide, for introducing me to Alloniscus!
https://theoutershores.com/?s=alloniscus
Now, what might this be?!
What an inviting challenge this week! Each synonym of glow conjures a different interpretation; shine, radiate, gleam, glimmer, flicker, flare; luminesce.
Anna’s Hummingbirds are year-round residents in my suburban sanctuary. This one stayed still long enough for me to get a fairly clear photo — at the same time he was warning me away by flaring his bright chin feathers!
A third day of sunshine, with a week of rain in the forecast inspired me to assemble this unruly posy of Aster, the last of my Rudbeckia, with the lovely fruits of Variegated Porcelain Berry Vine (Ampelopsis brevipedunculata – ‘Elegans’).
Aster frikartii – ‘Monch’, Rudbeckia fulgida – ‘Goldsturm’
The vase is a short layered glass one in a light green — almost celadon tone.
Here’s to the last bits of summer!
The challenge this week is to use size, placement and scale to provide perspective. Here are some of my favorite photos that do just that!
I only reblog when something strikes me to the core. Alexis Chateau summarizes succinctly in this post!
The thing I hate most about living in America is the politics. And I don’t mean discussing politics; I mean living in it. I am the wrong gender, race, nationality, and class for almost every new policy that has been proposed; and worse, comes into place.
My everyday reality in America fares no better. Every week, I endure at least one incident of racism, xenophobia, or just plain racial-ignorance… in ATLANTA. If I threw in incidents of misogyny, especially male entitlement, the number climbs drastically.
Naturally, over time I find myself most comfortable in the company of other immigrants. There are many Americans I consider friends, but most are First Generation Americans with immigrant parents.
One of the things I’ve…
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Moondown at Sunup
Autumn Light
From age 14-18 I lived on a farm in Pullman, WA – USA. I still enjoy visiting working farms to smell the smells and see what’s growing.
Dad and his beloved horses c. 1967
Goat farm near Oysterville, WA — USA
Hay Harpoon*
Plow
Bi-Zi Farm, Clark County, WA — USA
“The spear- or harpoon-type haymow forks often employed a hollow or slotted cylindrical body with a solid point at the end and hinged barbs to skewer a load. The spear (or harpoon) was lowered to the wagon with its barb(s) retracted and then plunged into the loaded wagon. Extending the barbs prior to lifting retained a surprising amount of hay on the fork. Other designs offered different methods to retain the hay for lifting, but they were similar in the job they performed.”
http://www.farmcollector.com/equipment/putting-hay-away-the-old-fashioned-way?pageid=5#PageContent5
Lindy Low LeCoq 