The sun, the rose, the moment

It was that last trickle of a moment.  That finely sliced filament of time, when the sun has resorted to twisting and weaving its rays through the trees, the shining leaves and dusty air.  The sun was exhausting itself pushing its evaporating light into dwindling crevices, looking for one last natural beauty to illuminate.  

That's when I squeezed the shutter release on this shot. The sun's nature-spun rays recreated the brilliance of its shine on the center of this Knock-out Rose in our backyard.

I know you won't believe this, but it was even more awe-striking to see in person.  It was one of those moments when beauty just breaks apart the time around you.  I breathed deep as the light vaporized.  The wind was still blowing briskly and the temperature was still dropping.  In the morning, it will be at freezing -- a frost that may seize this rose in death.  The sun may never get another chance to light-paint this rose.


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Handsome Egret

I suppose if you were a Great Egret, you might think this is the most handsome face you have ever seen.  I was travelling out the old Ferry road from Bridge City when I captured this photo.  It's a good place for bird shots.  A small canal gives the birds a place to fish -- sitting on the opposite side of the canal from the road gives them a sense of security.

No path is easy

"You take the high road and I'll take the low road," seems to be the theme here as our grandkids, Sullivan and Sophie,  have different ideas about reaching the goal.


This is the playground at Central Park in Beaumont, Texas.

Playground pattern draws interest

I wish I could tell you what attracted me to this shot at the Central Park playground in Beaumont.  The opposing patterns maybe?  Maybe the complexity of repetition in the shot.

Grackle games

These two Grackles were have fun playing King on the Mountain at Central Park in Beaumont this morning.  ( I am not sure they understood the rules, though)

Female Grackle sashays near Lake Sabine

This female Grackle was strutting her stuff by Lake Sabine and Bridge City.  I was coming back from Orange the other day and decided to see what lie out that way.  I was not disappointed.  The Egrets, Ahingas, gulls and Grackles were busy soaking up the sun and winds.