Weekly Photo Challenge: Refreshing (AKA: Return of the Swamp Thing)

I can’t remember, ever, it raining in this part of California at the end of June. But we had rain.  Get-out-the-cubit-measure rain. The horses were confused.  How did we go from a dry 90 degrees to a complete drenching? All the horses who were just bathed took great pleasure rolling in the mud.

Pouring or not, the dog still needed a walk.  Out we trooped. My first thought, upon seeing this on the lawn, was “Huh. We don’t have red birds in California.”

I went closer to investigate, and saw an equally dark flash of red scuttle across the sidewalk. I look around, carefully.  There are dozens. Apparently our skies were sufficiently swampy enough to allow them to pack their claws, and head out on an exotic odyssey into the sky world, that is usually Not Wet.

Refreshing, if you’re a crawdad.

When I realized it was not a bird, and went from the front to take a photo, I got the big Don’t Even THINK About it stance:

Please notify Central Casting: their Swamp Thing has wandered onto my lawn…

Weekly Photo Challenge: Light

Light isn’t something we can see, exactly. We see it’s presence through other mediums, or by it’s absence. It changes with every lens we view it through.

Light through water, and bouncing off sand:

Through moisture in the air:

Via dust kicked up on a hot day:

Through a field of grass:

Things are visible by the light they displace:

An artificial sun, tool for the farrier:

Weekly Photo Challenge: Home

I’ve been fascinated by this abandoned house for years. I found myself checking the light on the house at different times of the day, even different times of the year.

It’s an amateur photographer’s nightmare.  Nestled in the curve of a hill, huge trees throw shadows in the spots the hill hasn’t already claimed. But there is something about this house that draws me in, every single time.

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It was someone’s home. I imagine it being lived it, the windows unbroken, the sky-blue paint whole and  uniform. I imagine a child, playing, planted oak seeds around the foundation of the hen-house.

It belongs now to the trees.