Precious in the Light

Yesterday, in the afternoon, the light was so stunning I took my camera out and snapped away at almost everything that delighted me.   I did, I took seventy-six pictures.   In part it was possible because a friend had come over to make dinner for us.  With fresh strawberries, cilantro, feta cheese and young green onions  as a pre-walk appetizer...and knowing dinner was merrily cooking away, we wandered down to the rocks on the water.

There are many jokes with groanings in them about people sharing their home movies.  What brought that to mind?  I won't show you all seventy-six.  I haven't decided which ones I will post...but here I go wandering into the visual archive of yesterday.

   This was my first peek at an artichoke on its way.

 And although I was taking a macro photo of this  Julia Child rosebud, a little green bug was getting a much closer view.

Kitty Bumpkins knew about the artichoke already before I did, I am sure.



Back to the archives...but not before popping out the front door to take a sunset  picture.  " What will you do with all those pictures of the sunset?"  I've been asked.  What do we do with all the sunsets?  Stop and feel, marvel and thank, praise and reflect and tonight, hurry back in because it isn't quite as warm as the day we had yesterday.

The Pride of Madeira was buzzing with bees and hummingbirds again.  My attempts to capture the birds did not result in any good photos, but trying was good watching.

~spiraling umbels of color~

dizzy with close up close up beauty...

 I look up

                           and down below my feet...

every direction is ....well...remarkable

  I want to say something about the foot inside this boot...and it's mate too...these feet have trod many miles, stood and walked by me and for me.  Not my feet..."his" feet.   I love these feet.

~our contemplative artist chef ~                                   

 

remarkable....                                                     remark as you will!

Do you remember the sound of home movies?  My father had a little snippet of film where I, four years old or so and naughty, turned the garden hose toward him.  He liked to show that bit of film backwards.

Oh, just a few more pictures...there is one of the light coming through the trees...maybe I can find that one without too much delay and then I will do whatever else I am supposed to be doing....and hope you will be glad that  you stayed to the end of the movie.

 Gideon wants to be in the picture show too...

And one more close up to end ...the wild iris have been lovely this week.  They are one of those delicate realities, so true to life....appreciate them when  you see them...you can't take them for granted.  Their time is short, they bloom and they wither and their season  passes quickly.

~that's all~ and yes, dinner was lovely too.