One key light
Casts shadow and tone
Adjusted for taste
The joy of simply hunting for emotive light never wanes.
Walking morphs into discovery
Field Notes – Outdoor Studio
Night Is Day
Don’t look at the sun
It’ll burn your eyes
Such is the purpose of the moon
Pseudo satisfying
That childish obsession
“Strawberry Moon”
Shot through the extreme heat radiation of the evening.
Familiarity
Most will leave
Some will stay
To find their life
Alive but gray
It is the season where we find multiple coveys of quail wandering the property. Some bring their babies and we really do enjoy that. In this instance, we find a pair that still has a couple of males hanging around the breeding pair. During their feeding, the dominant male exercises his authority against the birds that are still around. He shoos away the birds from his female mate to ensure she has access to the food supply.
Later this year, they will discontinue coming around. I have found large coveys on my walks even though they are not present any more on the property. At some point, they seem to bust up and go on their own to mate and make babies. The need for a constant source of food draws them to the feeder.
They tolerate us during this time. As long as we make no sudden moves or sounds, they go about their business.
Autonomy
They will tell you 10,001 reasons to not venture out.
And for them, they’re right.
Back Yard Field Notes
Swallowtail
Drawn to the flame
Cycles
“Mark don’t pull weeds in this patch. I planted flower seeds there.”
“Whoops.”
Luckily, some of the seeds took root and we are treated to their magic.
These came up last season and we (I) left them alone in hopes of these blooms. They looked like weeds for months. Patience is a discipline. The seeds were part of a “pollenater” pack so the types were very diverse.
The cover photo: Swallowtail butterflies and dianthus.
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 