Vermont Woodchuck passed away on November 7 after a long struggle with cancer
Normally we see a lunar eclipse at some point in the middle of the night, the moon is high in the sky and it becomes almost “seen one, you’ve seen them all” kind of experience. This eclipse however was different. Occurring at moonset, it gave one a chance to give the viewer the moon compared to a horizon, producing a new image of an eclipse. This also was during a ‘super moon’ and a blue moon (second full moon in a month). This image was made about 07:22; sunrise was 07:28. The yellow color comer from the approaching sun and seeing the moon through the earth’s atmosphere.
Campobello, Spartanburg County, South Carolina Intersection SC Rte. 11 & I-26, 1/31/2018 Camera Nikon D-80 lens 70~300mm @ 300mm.
For all the Brothers that shed
blood with me, I thank you for
your service to Our Country.
…this does prowl, vales and hillsides of Vermont on the last night of October.
Canines slink away into the shadows; felines of all stripe get their fur raised and backs arched. That’s how you know to shut off lights and make no sounds. For what the Haint is searching unknown it is, but tales from the past that tell of children and animals missing are duly noted.
Vermont Haint, Studio work, Ferrisburgh, Vermont 10/13/2008
This is a photo of some of the farmland in Ferrisburgh and the moon that was made on the given date and then the applied art work was added. The story comes from tales told in Vermont dating back to the 18th Century.
Something of interest to me ever since I saw some of the Disney features like Dumbo and Song of the South are visual puns. One was “Did you ever hear a diamond ring?” You may without knowing came across others. Think of words that, when taken in another context, become totally unrelated to the original, don’t have the meaning but sound the same.
When one is sad, it may be said they are melancholy; could a dog become so sad they become a “Meloncollie”?
Rough collie and melon, Studio work, Inman, South Carolina 02/09/2017
The long drought has ended. Rain, day of rain have soaked the soil leaving us with a shortage of around nine inches more to make up for Gaia’s stinginess. What can one expect when there are hordes of misfits torturing the Earth with crazy pseudo science plans that carry dire threats 50 to 100 years into the future. No one will remember or be alive at that point.
Anyway, a short trip up the mountain shifted the soggy precip over to the white chilly stuff which in South Carolina has the life expectancy of a mosquito in a nudist camp.
The leaves came off the trees not in a glorious display of color but trough the onset of early dormancy. It doesn’t make much difference how they come off the trees; we still have to rake them.
Snow dusting, Pen, brush and ink, 12/303/2016, Foothills, Transylvania County, North Carolina
One of the flowers that attract both humming birds and butterflies is Buddleia, the butterfly bush. I planted fifty feet of them along the fence and they with a small place need pruning every year. there are many varieties, some more hardy than others.
The bright flowers grow in spikes and bloom for most of the late spring through summer into early autumn. I have a constant cloud of Monarchs, Viceroys and Fritillaries. Intermixed are humming birds, a couple of pairs that nest near by. I searched for the nest to make photos; so far no luck. These nests are on a tree limb and are tiny.
The butterfly flower is pretty and the design makes it attractive to both bird and butterfly.
My garden, Inman, South Carolina 08/28/2016