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Day one. One bit of wild July beauty each day. Thimble berries in bloom by my writing cabin.
Day two. A nest with festive birch bark ribbons. Maybe a robin?
Day three. A morning paddle to celebrate younger daughter's birthday. We saw bald eagles, and even spotted their nest, from which much greedy squawking could be heard.
Day four. Tiger swallowtail survivor, missing a bit of one of those tails and tattered here and there around the edges, but still feasting amid milkweed on this warm humid morning.
Day five. Red eft in the morning. Do sailors take warning?
Day six. Poppy pink.
Day seven.
Day eight. Morning jog, faster than the mosquitoes.
Day nine. One pale green wing, all that’s left of a luna moth.
Day ten. Dewdrops strung along cords of spiderweb.
Day eleven. White cow in the green woods.
Day twelve. Paddled by a pond lily.
Day thirteen. Long swim.
Day fourteen. Open window onto a rainy view.
Day fifteen. On reflection, what was straight becomes wavy.
Day sixteen. Roadside chicory blues.
Day seventeen. Chicory take two, with raindrops.
Day eighteen. Misty paddle. Bald eagle in a dead snag, best I could do with just my phone. We saw 2 adults, a juvenile and a nest!
Day nineteen. We mutually startled each other during my morning jog. Though we were both startled, only one of us flashed a big white tail and bounded into the woods.
The other fumbled for her phone to take a fuzzy photo.
The other fumbled for her phone to take a fuzzy photo.
Day twenty. Very very red.
Day twenty one. Shadows on stone. Only 9 more days to go.
Day twenty two. Turkey feather.
Day twenty three. Plant visitor
Day twenty four. Reflections again.
Day twenty five. Drying out in the sun.
Day twenty six. Mushroom magnificence.
Day twenty seven. Quiet.
