when the storms come rolling in, the clouds are nothing short of magnificent. as the sun moves across the sky settling in for dusk various hues of yellow, orange, purples and pinks transform the cloudscape until the last moment when all fades and turn into gray.
a curious little face. not really a face at all, but rather the back of her neck to look like a scary monster to ward off predators.
monarch butterfly to-be munching on my Rue
my zinnias before the grasshoppers invaded and demolished
she appeared at dusk, so big, paul thought it was a bat at first. very moth like, but brilliant as a butterfly.
nowhere near a quality photo, but a precious glimpse of a newborn nestling humming bird, overflowing the confines of it's home. there is another unseen baby underneath it.
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